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Once upon a time, there was a magical land called Maine, or as locals loved to say, "ME". It was a kingdom filled with luscious forests as green as broccoli, sparkling rivers as blue as blueberry muffins, and snow-topped mountains as fluffy as marshmallows. The lobsters here could sing, the moose could bake pies, and the bears loved to knit scarves. Now, in this extraordinary kingdom of Maine, there lived a wacky bunch of kids who loved to participate in something called Ceramics activity. They'd gather around in a room full of colors, with a spinning wheel in the middle, and clay that came to life, named Claybert. Claybert was no ordinary lump of clay; he was the coolest, squishiest, and most charismatic chunk of clay you’d ever meet! Every day, the kids would gather around Claybert, who would teach them how to mold him into all sorts of whimsical objects. Bowls with eyes, cups with tails, plates with wings, and teapots that could talk back. You see, in Maine, ceramics wasn't just about making pottery; it was about creating magical, absurd, and even hilarious objects that you couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. These children, with their paint-splattered aprons and glowing smiles, loved to get their hands dirty. They giggled as Claybert tickled their palms, turning from a shapeless lump to a laughing teapot. Their laughter echoed through the mountains, bringing joy to the entire kingdom of Maine. It didn't matter if the pot had three handles or the mug had mismatched eyes; every creation was a masterpiece because it was made with joy, laughter, and a whole lot of magic.