Deep in the heart of the wild, windswept plains of Wyoming, where the prairies stretch out under a boundless sky, a group of intrepid young adventurers dedicated themselves to a very peculiar pastime – Kobudo! They were not average kids, oh no! They were the Wyoming Whizzing Whirlwinds, and they were as unconventional as a pickle on a pancake! Led by their sensei, an elderly groundhog with a shock of silver fur named Grizzly Gary, (don't ask why a groundhog was named Gary, or why he was called 'Grizzly,'-- it's a long story), these kids embraced the ancient martial art with a passion that could only be rivaled by their love of marshmallows on a warm summer evening. The winds of Wyoming, gusty and unpredictable, carried their spirited laughter and the clatter of their weapons across the plains. Their training sessions were anything but ordinary. Imagine, if you would, a horde of freckle-faced cowboys and cowgirls, brandishing bo staffs and nunchaku, their bandanas flapping in the wind, their eyes lit with the flames of determination (and perhaps a flicker of mischief). They attempted to balance on wild jackrabbits, execute high kicks while standing on one foot in a prairie dog hole, and master the art of the flying roundhouse kick without landing face-first in a buffalo chip! Every time Grizzly Gary would yell, "Kama!" they would all start looking for their misplaced lunchboxes, believing he was saying "Come-a", calling them for lunch. It was a fine mess, but they were a determined bunch, not easily dissuaded by the occasional tumble or buffalo chip misstep. These Wyoming Whizzing Whirlwinds, with their martial arts maneuvers and untamed spirits, were as wild and free as the state they called home.