“Hey kid,” I spun around to look at my tail. “You believe in Buddhism, right? Reincarnation?” I kept kicking, bobbing and shaking.
“Yeah,” he said, kicking his skinny legs quickly.
I began stomping and jumping as if my boots hit the concrete so hard the rebound propelled me into the air. I told Tho, “In his previous life, Godzilla was a rodeo bull.” I dragged my feet like hooves pawing the ground. “Kick like a bull.”
“Bull!” He jumped and kicked his legs up behind him, the long colorful tail jouncing briskly, his squeals of joy ringing throughout the temple grounds. His excitement gave me a smile that made the muscles in my cheeks ache, elevating my cozy buzz to an even more exalted station.
We bull kicked our way around the pavilion, circling the Compassionate Mother. The fan dance gi
