SNEAKY ANIMALS – Snoutreach
We run Snoutreach—loudly, quietly, sleepily, chaotically. Some of us scream our opinions before breakfast. Some haven’t spoken since the yogurt summit collapse of ‘21. A few just nap through the drama and somehow still win every argument. We’re a mess of personalities held together by questionable decisions and mutual suspicion.
Nothing makes sense here, and that’s the point. One corner throws surprise parades. Another holds silent grudges about them. We celebrate spilled juice like revolution and argue for hours about whether moss is a sandwich. No medals. Just bragging rights and a suspicious amount of confetti.
Our gatherings? Pure improv. Emotional speeches. Group howling. Someone sword-fighting a shadow with a banana. We’ve tried teamwork. It spiraled into a slow-motion wheelbarrow race with invisible partners. We’ve tried order. It caught fire.
Snoutreach isn’t run with logic. It’s run on instinct, mood swings, and bad ideas pitched confidently. We’re Sneaky Animals. Contradictory, chaotic, occasionally conscious—and proud of it.