Maine stood in the middle of Acadia National Park, surrounded by tall trees and the sound of birds singing. She was eating a handful of blueberries, savoring their sweet flavor. The sun was beginning to set, and Maine felt a sense of peace wash over her.

As she ate, she couldn't help but feel proud of her lobster heritage. She was a true Mainer, and she loved everything about the state - the beautiful lighthouses, the serene lakes, the rugged coastline. And, of course, the lobster.

Suddenly, Maine heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. She turned her head, and to her surprise, she saw a family of raccoons rummaging through the trash nearby. She watched them for a moment, feeling a warm sense of affection for the creatures.

"Go on, enjoy yourselves," Maine whispered to herself, smiling at the sight. "Enjoy the beauty of this place as much as you can."