Brunch at Rock Bottom

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I help him remember. This morning he forgot this is Good Friday! Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? Chance and me are at Rock Bottom. That's a pub on Sandwich Street. They have brunch on weekends. I know what brunch is. It's breakfast mixed with lunch. Brunch is yummy but it's not in the Canada Food Guide. We get to eat scrambled eggs and hash brown potatoes. We get to drink orange juice. Sometimes the nice lady gives us wallermelon but she didn't have any today.  Chance doesn't have any teeth, yet. He's really tiny. He only drinks condensed owls' milk from a bottle.

Darryl and Alexandria are here with us. They're our buddies. When we're finished brunch we can all go outside and play. We can swing in the park. That's fun. Oh! We could take our space ray guns and go on a lion hunt! 

Did you hear that? Darryl is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find Darryl so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed and we can play in the park!

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens.Good citizens get to eat at Rock Bottom and go on lion hunts. Okay! We gotta go! Over and out!"