Once upon a time, in the charming little state of Vermont, known for its sweet maple syrup and snow-peaked mountains, was a group of kids unlike any other. They were the mystical munchkins of Tai Chi, a pack of youngsters who could balance on one foot for an hour and twist their bodies into pretzels like no one's business. Now, let me tell you about these kids and their magical world. The leader of our Tai Chi tribe was a twelve-year-old boy named Benny. Benny had red hair that stood straight up, even when he was hanging upside down. He had a freckle on his nose that twitched when he focused, and boy, could Benny focus! He was known as Benny the Bouncy because of his ability to bounce back no matter what. Benny could balance on a blade of grass without bending it- okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you catch my drift. Right beside Benny, there was always Suzie Quickfingers. Suzie was as swift and smooth as a gust of wind, and could tie her shoelaces faster than anyone in Vermont, or so she claimed. She would swirl around like a top, making the leaves dance around her as she practiced her Tai Chi forms. Together, with the rest of the Tai Chi tribe, they would gather under the oldest maple tree right as the first ray of the sun kissed Vermont's mountains. They would then move in a rhythm as soothing as a lullaby, and as graceful as the falling autumn leaves. They were the Tai Chi champions, the peaceful warriors of Vermont, making people believe that truly, magic can be found in the most ordinary places if one knows where to look.
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