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Snowball fights, rainforest style

Proving that it is genetically wired in children to fling at each other the product of precipitation, after a downpour, the kids-both North American and Africa-had a mudball fight. Using small buckets or their hands, they squared off in two teams and hurled mud projectiles at each other.

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