This is when you pretend to come out of your larval exoskeleton, after you ate too much and got too big for it. You wiggle and wiggle.
Scanning the room, I thought it was pretty cute.
And then I saw evidence of serious miscommunication: one student, belly exposed past the button, had her arm in her shirt and was about it take it off. Yikes stripes!
Unexpected skin exposure never goes over well. Too many squeals to handle before lunch.
The molting dance! Reverberations of the fax dance of yesteryear! (I wonder if Mr. Easton remembers.) Perhaps I'm too old for this.
ReplyDeleteThe insect aspect also recalls the story of a woman whose son's pre-K class was preparing for their dramatization of the fable of the ants and the grasshoppers. She was actually summoned to a Grasshopper Moms' Meeting. And a postscript: the girls played the ants and the boys played the grasshoppers; discuss amongst yourselves...
whoops, preparing for its dramatization (chronic lack of sleep here)
ReplyDeleteBrave Bunny completely understands that the molting dance may have released unintended emotions and activities. He remembers the very striking skits of Chris Farley of Saturday Night Live fame who performed similar ballets with sometimes unfortunate and even embarrassing results.
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