Husky was called onto the carpet by the King and told to dance like his life depended on it. It didn't matter that Husky was born in the 70s; he never learned how to disco. Time was short and the axe was high, so he uprooted his legs and began to sway. Soon, Husky was thinking about Saturday Afternoon Fevers, Dancing Dirty, Black Swan Songs, and Loosefooting. His toes began to tap, his hips started gyrating, and his head started bobbing. Funk and emotion, unstoppable locomotion. A funny thing happened: Husky's head nodded right off his body. The King was disappointed the dance ended early and picked up Husky's head and put it in the corner next to his other crusty, dusty treasures. Make a King happy. Help put Husky back together, so he can dance. Buy his book. It won't cost you a set of diamonds.