At one point as Monsieur Cloyce and I were chatting the DJ called for anyone interested to come out onto the dance floor for a group dance. When all were assembled he began playing began The Chicken Dance. Hilarity ensued.
Monsieur Cloyce and I had elected not to participate. But he did turn to me and remark, "At home in France, we have a similar event at weddings. We call it, Le Danse Du Coq."
"Really?" I asked. "What does that translate to?"
"The Chicken Dance," Monsieur Cloyce answered solemnly.
I suppose I might have guessed that.
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