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Once upon a time, in the cozy state of New Hampshire, home to the majestic White Mountains and sparkling Lake Winnipesaukee, a group of sprightly kids embarked on their woodworking journey. Every day, after feasting on a hearty breakfast of maple syrup poured over fluffy pancakes, they would dash to their magical woodworking workshop. In this mystical world of sawdust and timber, their guide was none other than the legendary Woodland Wizard, who was as handy with his enchanted hammer as he was with his magical wand. These children, often called the "NH Woodlings" were a unique bunch. They had fingers nimble as the hummingbirds flitting around their blooming lilacs, and minds as sharp as the chiseled edges of their wooden masterpieces. Their laughter echoed through the pine-filled hills as they chiseled, sanded, and varnished their creations under the Woodland Wizard's watchful eyes. The Wizard, with his bushy eyebrows and a beard as white as the snow atop Mount Washington, was a peculiar fellow. He wore a hat made of birch bark and boots carved out of sturdy oak. He loved to tell jokes, but his jokes were as twisted as the knotted wood they worked with. "What did the acorn say when it grew up? Gee, I'm a tree (geometry)!" The kids would groan and laugh, their giggles mixing with the sweet scent of fresh-cut wood. In this enchanting corner of New Hampshire, surrounded by towering trees and a sprinkle of Wizard's magic, the NH Woodlings honed their woodworking skills, their joy spreading through the state like the sweet notes of a songbird's melody.