Ballerina Cappuccina

“Arabesque au Latté” In the cozy town of Crèmaville, where every street smelled faintly of cinnamon and coffee, lived a tiny ballerina named Cappucina. She wasn’t like the other dancers at Madame Frothé’s School of Ballet — because Cappucina had a latte cup for a head. Not just any latte, mind you, but one with perfect leaf-shaped foam art swirling across the top. She was graceful, radiant, and always warm — literally, because her head stayed perfectly heated at 62°C. The other dancers teased her at first, calling her names like “Miss Mocha Mop” or “Spill-a-rella.” But Cappucina didn’t let it bother her. She pirouetted with poise and swirled like steam, her tutu fluttering like whipped foam. Each night after rehearsal, she’d practice alone under the amber glow of the café lights, dancing between tables as the baristas cleaned up. Her favorite move? The Espresso Elevé, a leap so airy, it left a faint aroma of vanilla in her wake. Then came the Grand Cream Gala, the biggest ballet performance in all the land. Dancers from across the globe came to perform — the Whipped Cream Twins, Mocha Delice, even the mysterious Cortado from Barcelona. But when the music began, and Cappucina took the stage, time slowed. She twirled with such delicate steam-like grace that the audience forgot to breathe. Her final spin ended in a flawless pose, foam art still intact, not a single drop spilled. The crowd erupted. Latte spoons clinked in applause. And from that moment on, no one ever doubted that beauty — and talent — can come in the most unexpected mugs. And every morning now, at the café in Crèmaville, customers sip their cappuccinos with a little extra reverence… hoping for a swirl that just might come to life.