Empty tables and chairs at the far end of an open air structure, near the main hall of a resort, tell a story of how a setting punctuated by hard wood furniture and clay figurines in Earth palette is brought to life by colorful tales of parents sharing chuckles as they make the most of their privilege of parental oversight. On the other end of this area, called The Clay Storytellers, is a collection of toy figures meticulously organized in wooden boxes physically protected from playful hands but not visually restricted from curious eyes grazing over tiny cars and dinosaurs sealed by a top glass which has now accumulated some good old dust, enchant visiting children. This place, as its name announces, is a repository of memorable family moments, molded like clay, into a story.