I Want to be a Fire Fighter!

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? Chance and me are way up here inside a big red fire truck. It belongs to the City of Windsor. I'm pretending to drive. Chance is my lookout. He makes little squeaky noises when he sees things in front of us on the road. The siren is really loud and the red lights flash, too. Everybody gets out of the way when a fire truck passes by!

Fire fighters have very important jobs. I know what they do. They go to fires and put them out with big hoses filled with water. The job can be dangerous, you know. Fire fighters are very brave.

I'm five. I'm big enough to wear a fire helmet. The nice fireman let me try it on. A helmet keeps my head safe. Chance is such a wee little thing he fits right inside his helmet. Newborn cubbies aren't big enough to be fire fighters. I think you have to be at least five.

I know! I'll ask Miss Jackie. She's my teacher at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre. She knows everything. I think she is a princess.

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. Don't start any fires. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can visit the fire truck together!  Okay! Over and out!"