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Once upon a time, a jolly blue lobster named Larry lived in the magnificent state of Maine, known as the Pine Tree State. The landscape was sprinkled with thick forests that whispered secrets to each other in the wind, serene lakes that mirrored the bright blue sky, and a craggy, beautiful coastline that Larry liked to call home. The children of Maine were as adventurous as the explorers of yore. They were a diverse, clever, and courageous lot, who knew how to have a good time. They loved to explore the dense forests, build sandcastles on the long beaches, and go sailing on the clear, blue waters. But their favorite activity was the Rope Course, where they would zigzag between trees, climb tall towers, balance on swinging bridges, and zip through the air like superheroes. On the course, they would laugh, cheer and sometimes even shriek when they lost their balance, only to be caught by the safety harness. Little Johnny was known to make funny faces as he swung, just to make the others laugh. Sarah, the smallest among them, was fearless and would often lead the group. And Benjamin, he was the master of the Tarzan swing, hollering like the jungle man himself, causing the birds to scatter and the squirrels to scamper up the trees. But don't worry, they would soon return, curious and eager to witness the fun. Larry, the Lobster, would chuckle from his rock, clapping his big, blue claws in applause. He loved his home, Maine, and the brave, funny children who played there, their laughter echoing through the forests and across the waters. He often thought, "There's no place like Maine, and no kids like the ones here!"