Fun with Mirrors

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 having fun with mirrors. When we look we see ourselves. Then there are two of us!

Mirrors are fun to play with. We play Peek-a-Boo. Chance makes little squeaky noises when he sees himself. Squeaky noises means he's happy.  James says it's a good thing they're just mirrors 'cuz we'd be a real handful if there were two Charles and two Chances!  I'm an Internet Poem Star. I know a poem about mirrors. Here it is--

Mirror at Mackenzie Hall,
Who's the handsomest cub of all?
Is it  Chance or is it me?
Tell me mirror, tell for free.
THE END!

I always say 'the end' when I'm finished my poem so you know it's over. Good idea, eh.


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. Do good deeds! Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer and play with mirrors. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can have fun together! Okay! Over and out!"