Banana Pose

    "Now. . . Everyone gently turn onto your tummies." Ms. Potass instructed, sighing heavily. "Take a deep breath, gently arch your back, extend your arms, and slightly curl your legs into banana pose."

    The class was silent, enjoying the serene setting atop the mountain looking over Crescent Lake. The wind blew waves in the grass, and the breeze passed gently over everyone contorting their bodies into roughly banana shape. This was an advanced class, and though banana pose was difficult, maintaining tranquility was no easy feat either.

    "Ohm'gosh Brettnay! Thaht's not bahnahnah pohse!" Kimberly blurted out at her friend, who was in fact slouching a bit in the front.

    "Ohm'gosh Kemberlay! Like your bahnahnah is ahny bettar! You look brown and shriveled, thaht's what you look like."

    Kimberly gasped at the sinister comment. The rest of the class cringed and rolled their eyes at the two. They exchanged comments back and forth until Ms. Potass spoke up and gently asked them to dismiss themselves.

    The two friends gaped at the instructor.

    "Ugh! C'mon Brettnay, this is hardly bahnahnah. Let's go get manicures." Kimberly said

    Brittany squealed "I think you mean bahnahnahcures Kemberlay!"

    Kimberly squealed back "Ohm'gosh I totally do!" as they jumped together in excitement.

    They departed to the salon, and the class could hear their yelping through the doors. Eventually tranquility resumed above Crescent Lake, and Ms. Potass finished her session. Sometime later, the students could hear shrieks over something about slimy peels, but they chose to avoid that side of the resort for the remainder of their stay.