In the mystical land of Oregon, nestled between the towering mountains and shimmering rivers, there exists a quirky little character known as the Sketchy Squatch. No, no, don't let his name frighten you! He's not sketchy by nature, but rather sketchy by passion. You see, the Sketchy Squatch, with his fuzzy green fur and a pencil perpetually tucked behind his ear, is the patron saint of all the young artists in the Beaver State. All the kids from Portland to Pendleton, Eugene to Estacada, know about the Sketchy Squatch. They say, when the sky paints itself in hues of purple and pink, and the trees cast long, whispering shadows, the Sketchy Squatch comes out, his sketchpad in hand, ready to capture the beauty of Oregon in his drawings. The children of Oregon are a proud bunch. They live amidst nature's grandeur, where the Crater Lake mirrors the sky, the Painted Hills wear a million colors, and the Mount Hood stands tall, watching over them. They wield their pencils and crayons like magic wands, filling their sketchbooks with the splendid scenes of their beloved state. From the blooming rhododendrons to the mighty Chinook salmon jumping upstream, no detail of Oregon's splendor escapes their keen eyes and nimble hands. And when they gather for their sketching sessions, under the grand Douglas firs or by the babbling brooks, they often share sketches and stories of the Sketchy Squatch. They laugh, they draw, they imagine, their little faces glowing with creativity and camaraderie. Because here in Oregon, sketching isn't just a hobby—it's a magical adventure, and the Sketchy Squatch, their jolly, oversized, artistic guide, is always there to cheer them on.