Once upon a time, in the state of Arizona, where the sun shines brighter than a thousand glittering jewels, and the cacti stand as tall as basketball players, a group of jovial, energetic kids gathered to master the art of Capoeira. Their skin was as sun-kissed as the desert sands and their spirits as resilient as the Grand Canyon. Their leader was none other than Capoeira Carl, a feisty little armadillo with a heart as big as his shell. Capoeira Carl, though small, was incredibly smooth. He had the moves of a seasoned dancer, the strength of a seasoned wrestler, and the speed of a seasoned racer. But most importantly, he had a sense of humor sharper than a prickly pear cactus! Capoeira Carl was notorious for his perfectly executed cartwheels and flips, and he could play the Berimbau, a single-string percussion instrument, like a rock star. The kids would watch in awe as Carl's claws plucked the string, creating a rhythm that reverberated through the dry Arizonian air. Despite the heat, these kids never wilted. Armed with water bottles and the excitement of learning something new, they would mimic Carl's moves, sometimes landing on their butts, only to get up again, dust off their shorts and laugh out loud. Their laughter could be heard echoing across the valley, over the rustling of the saguaro cacti and under the clear, blue Arizonian sky. They stumbled, they fell, but they never gave up! Just like Capoeira Carl! They were the Capoeira kids of Arizona; small, but mighty, and full of zest and zeal, just like the state they hailed from!