Once upon a time in the gorgeous state of Oregon, nestled between misty mountains and sprawling forests, lived a hoard of kids who were downright nuts about Target sports. Their days were filled with basketball, soccer, and tennis, with Target's bullseye as their common goal. They were a peculiar type of kids, with athletic shoes worn out in weeks, sport socks in every color, and an untamed excitement for every game. Leading these sporty kids was a cool, imaginary character named Orville the Oregon Otter. Orville was as quirky as they come, with a hodgepodge of fur colors, an electric blue tail, and a pair of old-school goggles perched forever on his forehead. He was a wonder to behold, with his peculiar habit of using his whiskers to measure the wind speed before any toss or kick. One minute Orville would be belly-sliding down a lush hill, the next he'd be up, balancing a basketball on his nose, ready for the next free throw. His eccentric style was infectious, and the kids looked forward to his zany, half time otter-dances that were as unpredictable as the Oregon weather. His catchphrase, "Aim for the Target, but never forget the fun!" became the rallying cry for the kids of OR. They'd meet in parks, backyards, and sports fields, their laughter echoing across the landscape, a testament to their love for Target sports. Even when the Oregon rains poured, you'd still see them, with Orville leading the charge, all drenched, slipping, sliding, but always aiming for the Target. The sight was a joyous chaos, one that embodied the playful spirit of Oregon. After all, in Orville's words, "In Oregon, even the rain can't dampen the fun!"