
We begin some mask work. My favorite unit so far!

Here we bunch into an extremely tight group and move from one end of the lawn to the other, carrying a suitcase, and vocalizing different pieces of text. Andjez wasn't really sure what to call our clump of bodies, so he coined the term "Meatball" and it stuck.

This is also a great group bonding exercise. No one who has participated in the Meatball can salvage any sense of personal space. Not after you've had your face smashed up against someone's Woo-Hoo and someone else has grabbed your Ooo-La-La. Get over it and move on; The Meatball doesn't care about your modesty.

More grunting and squawking!
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