You hitch up your tutu and leap into the air, beating your feet to and fro, and beating one of your opponents senseless in the process. Then, with a quick pirouette, you catch the other a glancing blow across the cheek. He falls into the orchestra pit, where his head becomes jammed in the funnel of a large trombone. The crowd roars. The referee pronounces you the undisputed champion of the ballet. As you take your bow, somebody in the crowd tosses you a bouquet of flowers. Pretty yellow flowers. A host of snapping crocodills… CLICK HERE