mojination (#121413)

Once there was a strange young lad whose feet would not stop moving. He tried so hard to make them stop. as it was embarrassing whenever he attended church or AA meetings or the odd court hearing. Then one day a colourful troupe of carni-folk told him of a magical place called a discoteque, in which other dreadfully afflicted people like him could roam free with their moving feet away from the judging sneer of "sensible citizens". And they all danced happily ever after!