Showing posts with label Sidney Crosby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sidney Crosby. Show all posts

Monday, June 7, 2010

He Shoots! He Scores!

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 watch the Stanley Cup playoffs on the CBC. Chicago is playing Philadelphia. We l-o-v-e hockey. We play hockey all the time.  I'm Cub Gretzky and Chance is Cub Crosby. Chance tries to put the puck in his mouth. We're not supposed to eat the puck. It's not food. It's not in the Canada Food Guide. We're good at hockey. We even make pictures of ourselves playing hockey. James says we're hockey fans. James is silly. We're not fans! We're bear cubs! I can holler, "He shoots! He scores!"

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. Play hockey. After the game you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play hockey with us! Okay! Over and out!"

Saturday, April 17, 2010

He Shoots! He Scores!

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? I painted this. This is me and Chance. We play hockey. We l-o-v-e to play hockey. I pretend to be Wayne Gretzky and Chance is Sidney Crosby. I'm Cub Gretzky and Chance is Cub Crosby. When we play we always win the gold medal for O Canada. That makes us as hungry as those starving children in Belgium.


Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Who's as hungry as a bear? 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.

I know what we're having for lunch. We're having lasagna. I l-o-v-e lasagna. James put spinach in it. That's yummy and yummy is one of the four good groups in the Canada Food Guide. Chance is too little to eat lasagna. He just drinks condensed owls' milk out of his bottle. After lunch we can play more hockey. It's raining. No. Wait! I know! We can play Cirque du Soleil!


This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Play hockey! Win gold for O Canada.  Then you can eat lasagna. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play hockey with us! Oh! And we can play Cirque du Soleil, too! Okay! Over and out!"

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Art World: The Group of Two

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. He's so old he remembers the invention of Saran Wrap.  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 painting pictures. They're pictures of us. We're pretty good. It's not easy to paint 'cuz bear cubs don't come with thumbs. We paint pictures of us playing in the bath. We paint pictures of us playing hockey. I'm Sidney Crosby.  We paint pictures of me brushing my teeth with my Ninja toothbrush.

It's fun to paint. James helps us. Chance is really too little to paint but he likes to watch. He makes little squeaky noises 'cuz he's happy. Sometimes he tries to eat the paint 'cuz it's pretty. I have to take it away from him. "My son!" I say. "Put that paint down, now. Paint isn't yummy! It's not even in the Canada Food Guide!

James says we're The Group of Two. That's smaller than the Group of Seven. They were famous artists who lived a long time ago. I wonder of any of them tried to eat the paint?

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. Paint pictures.   Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and paint with us! Bring Smarties! Okay! Over and out!"