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 got a visitor. Here we are with Miss Gwen. She's a Macintosh doctor . Our eMac got sick. It didn't work very good anymore. It got slower and slower. It was very hard for us to blog. Miss Gwen took our sick Mac to MacHospital. She couldn't make it well. Our eMac died. It was eight years old. Miss Gwen says that's pretty old for a computer. Now we got an iBook. Miss Gwen hooked it up for us.
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 go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.
This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Obey the rules. Be nice. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can play Space Invaders together! Okay! Over and out!"
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