Saturday, October 2, 2010

Happy Birthday to Debbie

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 hanging out at 1976. That's a store on Sandwich Street. It is full of nice presents and jewellery and clothes. Everything in the store is made by local artists. We're here with Nick and James and our buddy Debbie. It's Debbie's birthday. She won't tell us how old. She just says, "I'm older than dirt." Dirt must be really old. I know Debbie is older than me. I'm five. My birthday is on Canada Day.

Chance and me made a birthday present for Debbie. It's a painting of us. We're the two handsome bear cubs putting the letter in the mail box. We're local artists. We like to paint. It's not easy 'cuz we don't have thumbs. I hope we grow thumbs when we get older. I hope we grow pockets, too. If I had pockets I'd keep Smarties in them.

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. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can do good deeds together! Okay! Over and out!"

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