Once upon a time, in the far-off northwest corner of the most exuberant and rainy state of Washington, a bunch of sprightly kids would gather every year for a delightful event called Marathon. These were not your average, everyday children, oh no! They were the marvelous Marathon Munchkins, known far and wide for their boundless energy and love for running. The state of Washington, where they lived, was a place of magic and wonder. With its towering mountains, vast forests, and sparkling rivers, it was the perfect playground for these adventurous souls. The Marathon Munchkins loved sneaking up on the sleepy volcanoes, having hushed conversations with the ancient trees, and occasionally trying to outswim the mischievous salmon in the rivers. After their shenanigans, they'd return home, soaked in rain but full of stories and laughter. Every Marathon day, they'd bounce on their toes at the starting line, ready to dash off like comets with shoelaces. Their favorite imaginary friend, Chuckles the Cheetah, would be there to cheer them on. Chuckles, though made-believe, had an infectious giggle and could outrun the wind, or so the Munchkins claimed. "Ready, set, go!" Chuckles would roar, trying hard to hold back his giggles. And off the Marathon Munchkins would sprint, leaving a trail of laughter and untied shoelaces behind them. They'd run under the Washington rain, over hills, through the woods, across bridges, and past the never-ending apple orchards, feeling like the happiest, most breathless superheroes on earth. For the Marathon Munchkins, every Marathon day in Washington State was not merely a race, but an adventure where they learnt that every finish line was just a funny way to say, "Ready for the next one?"