Bananas. I am...bananas about bananas. But you see, that doesn't really float so good across the language barrier put like that. Instead, I like bananas, again and again and I peel an invisible banana and chomp chomp chomp through it in two or three bites, before cramming the palm of my hand into my mouth.
The Elementary school kids sort of get it, but the Kindergarten kids are a lost cause. They have no idea why this bearded man is stuffing air into his mouth and repeating 'A-i-mu Ga-i, A-i ra-i-ku ba-na-na-zu'. But he's got a big pink ball and who knows where it's going to go next.
To Miyuki, as a matter of fact, the only other person with any idea what's happening. Miyuki likes cherries and says and gestures so much, plucking and dropping the famous Yamagata cherries (come on, you must know of them!) from thin air into her mouth.
Eventually, the big pink ball gets lightly slung from Miyuki down to the kids on the other side of the circle. They all scramble away from it like it's a big pink pregnant snake, or something. It's not.
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