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.
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? We're at the Laundromat. Chance and me are having fun. We're playing Hide and Seek. Our buddies Peter, Jay and James are hiding their eyes. They're counting to 100 like this--one elephant, two elephants, three elephants--all the way too 100 elephants. While they're counting, we hide. Chance isn't a good hider, so I help him. We're hiding in here, inside the dryer.
If I had a quarter to put in the slot we could ride around inside like astronauts. I could be Marc Garneau , you know. He is an astronaut. He was the first Canadian to go to outer space. I could say, "Roger that, Houston." Astronauts get to go to outer space. I know where outer space is. It's in our back yard and way up high--higher than the sugar maple.
Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? 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 get back to Earth and find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.
This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. You can be astronauts like Chance and me. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer in outer space. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can be astronauts together! Okay! Roger that! Over and out!"
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