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And to conclude the story of Les Diableties.

A senior ski instructor, a personable fellow, who could be heard yodelling across the mountains was a practical joker. It was the last afternoon of group instruction for a group of visitors before their departure and he set them up for a photograph. They lined up to his left and right, squeezed in closely together, at his suggestion so there was no room between them. Countdown for the shot began, 5, 4,3,2 and at the count of 1 he pushed his both arms outwards. His entire class fell to the ground, leaving only him standing and with a wide grin.