Peanut Butter

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, Grandpa James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.  I help look after him.

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 so newborn he doesn't even have any teeth, yet! Chance is a handful!

Know what? I'm eating peanut butter. I'm eating it right out of the jar.  I l-o-v-e peanut butter. Peanut butter is good for growing bear cubs like me. There's even a picture of the Kraft bear cubs on the jar!  I know where peanut butter comes from. Peanut butter comes from peanuts. Peanuts grow in Alberta. That's way far away from Olde Sandwich Towne. There are two kinds of peanut butter, you know. There's smooth and there's crunchy. Wait! I don't know which one I like better, so I'll just have to eat them both.

I don't know where Chance is. He's hiding. He wants to play Hide and Seek. I don't want to play Hide and Seek. Chance isn't very good at Hide and Seek. He thinks when he closes his eyes he's invisible but he's not.

I want to eat peanut butter. Chance is too newborn to eat peanut butter. He doesn't have any teeth. He doesn't even have a tail, yet! Chance  just drinks chocolate owls' milk out of his bottle.

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? Grandpa James 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 Grandpa James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Be kind to friends and neighbours. Eat peanut butter every day so you can grow strong.  Oh! Wait! Come over to our house! We can eat peanut butter together! Okay! Over and out!"