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Once upon a time, in the fantastic land of Massachusetts, where autumn leaves crunched underfoot and snowflakes floated down like sprinkles on a donut, a group of children participated in a magical activity called YOGA. These weren't your everyday kinds of kids; they were the bendy, twisty, tranquil warriors of the Bay State! They lived in towns with funny names like 'Belchertown’, 'Sandwich', and 'Woburn,' and spent their days mastering the art of Yoga. They could stretch like the sturdy oak trees that lined the Freedom Trail and balance like the historic tea ships docked in Boston Harbor. They could stand as still as Plymouth Rock and flow as gracefully as the Charles River. And, they were led by a whimsical character named Sir Yogi-Beansprout. Sir Yogi-Beansprout was a funny little fellow. He was as tall as a stack of five apple cider donuts, had hair as wild as a Nor'easter, and sported wide yoga pants that fluttered like the wings of the state bird, the Black-Capped Chickadee. He wasn't just their instructor, but also their guide to the magical Yoga land, a place where giggles echoed and pretzel-twists ruled. "If you can't touch your toes," Sir Yogi-Beansprout would say, "then let your toes touch you!" He would then roll into a laughter ball, bouncing around the room like a beach ball at Fenway Park. From Cape Cod to the Berkshires, the kids of Massachusetts loved their Yoga adventures. They were happier, calmer, and of course, bendier than ever before. All thanks to the magical blend of Massachusetts, yoga, and the bouncy, funny, twisty Sir Yogi-Beansprout!