Once upon a time, in the mountainous and scenic state of Montana, named after the Spanish word for 'mountain', there lived a group of sprightly kids who played softball under the gigantic blue skies. Montana, known as Big Sky Country because of its vast, unobstructed skies that seemed to stretch on for a lifetime, was the perfect place for their fun-filled softball games. The ground was carpeted with emerald-green grass which made a comical squishing sound every time their little feet pounded on it. These kids had a secret weapon; their coach, Mr. Moustache. He was an enormous moose with hilariously oversized antlers, who got his name not because he had facial hair but because his furry snout resembled a majestic moustache! Mr. Moustache would encourage his team, often shouting, "Go, Mountain Softballs!" which always sent the kids into fits of giggles. They loved the name because it sounded so silly and playful just like them. They thought, who would fear a team named Mountain Softballs? But they knew their softballs were as fast as Montana's flying hawks and as accurate as its diving kingfishers. When the sun set on the Montana mountains, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the kids would pack their bats and balls, waving goodbye to their beloved coach. Tired but content, they would trudge back home through the lush fields, their laughter echoing across the landscape. Their hearts were filled with joy and pride, for they were the Mountain Softballs, the chirpiest softball team of the Big Sky Country. And even though their team name was hilariously funny, their spirits and love for the game were as mighty as Montana itself!