Showing posts with label lion hunt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lion hunt. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Our Fountain

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 playing at our fountain. The fountain is right in front of Canada Post. That's by our house on the corner of Mill Street and Sandwich Street.  We love to play in the water and get all wet. That's a good thing to do on a hot summer day. James says it's 31C outside. That's hot enough to melt chocolate bars. When it's that hot, it's time to climb into the fountain and cool off.

Sometimes we play with our space ray guns that we got at the Mill Dollar Store. We use them mostly to hunt lions in the back yard but sometimes we fill them up with water and squirt each other with them. Chance isn't a very good squirter but he's just a newborn cubby. He thinks he's invisible when he closes his eyes!

We're not supposed to squirt people who are walking by the fountain. Good citizens don't do that. Good citizens are polite. Best of all, good citizens get to eat gummy worms in their porridge and they get to eat Smarties and drink root beer, too. I l-o-v-e Smarties and root beer. They're yummy and Yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide.

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. Don't squirt people with your space ray gun. Be polite. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can splash in the fountain together! Okay! Over and out!"

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Writing to Santa


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He is old and forgetful. This morning he put his shirt on wrong-side-out!   I have to look after him. 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.

Know what? I'm being a very good citizen. That's 'cuz Santa is watching me. He brings toys to good bear cubs. Santa watches us from the Anik satellite. I'm writing a letter to Santa. I want Smarties and I want a green scarf. Oh! Wait! I want a red fire truck for Chance so we can play with it in the bathtub and make siren noises. Chance needs a green scarf and a space ray gun, too. Then we can go lion hunting together. Should we ask Santa for a lion? I'm gonna fax this to Merry Christmas and to the baby Jesus and the shepherds and the three wise guys, and oh! I'll fax it to my Member of Parliament, too.

I know where Santa lives. He lives at the North Pole. That's pretty far from here. He lives with Rudolph the Nasally-challenged Reindeer, and elves and Merry Christmas. I know Santa's Postal Code. It's HOH OHO. Oh, wait. I want snow for Merry Christmas and peanut butter. If it's okay Santa, can you bring us a lion? Not a real big one, though. If you can't bring a lion, could you bring us a wallermelon?

Did you hear that? It's James. He's hollering, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are the Sons of Windsor and the Princes of Ontario?" That us, Charles and Chance. We're gonna go find him and let him tickle our ears and kiss our noses. He gives the bestest hugs.

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Get ready, good citizens! Be on your best behaviour. Keep your hands in your pockets at Zeller's! Merry Christmas is coming! Santa is coming, too."

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Big Train Trip



Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He is old and forgetful. He loses things, too. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark.  I have to look after him. 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 him, too.

Know what? We're going on a trip. We're going to Toronto on the train. We're helping James pack. I put peanut butter and Smarties in the suitcase. Don't tell anybody but I took out the brocollis. They're nasty and I hate them. I put in my space ray gun. I sure hope there are lions in Toronto. I want to go on a lion hunt and catch a lion. That would be fun. We got headphones so we can watch movies on the train. We can watch Gumby and Pokey on the train. We can buy pop on the train. I l-o-v-e root beer. Okay. I'm helping buy our tickets.  James is hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario?" That's us, Charles and Chance. We'd better go find him so he can tickle our ears and make us laugh right out load. We'll be home on Saturday so, 'til then, this is me Charles the Bear Cub saying, "All aboard! Over and out!"

Monday, October 19, 2009

My Dream About a Lion Hunt


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's old and forgetful. This morning he forgot my name!   I have to look after him. 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 have to look after him, too.

Chance is really little. He doesn't have any teeth and he can't talk. He doesn't even have a tail, yet!
I have a tail. I'm five, you know. Chance drinks condensed owls' milk out of a bottle. I don't need a bottle. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it.

Know what? Last night after we had our bedtime story, said our prayers and went to sleep I had a dream. I dreamt I was hunting lions in the living room. I l-o-v-e to hunt for lions. It's the funnest game. Every time I would sneak up on the lion and get ready to catch him, guess what? There wasn't any lion, it was Chance. That was my dream. Today we can go outside and play lion hunt. We can hide in the cedar hedge and pretend that cats and squirrels are lions. Yeah. That's a good idea. Lion Hunt! Chance will have to be very quiet. He makes little squeaky noises when he's happy and excited. Then the lions will run and hide. Okay. I gotta go get my safari helmet and my space ray gun. I'm gonna catch a zillion lions! Be good citizens and catch lots of lions today. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying,

Goin' on a lion hunt
One, two, three!'
Goin' on a lion hunt,
Can't catch me!

Over and out!"

Friday, August 21, 2009

My Job


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy James. I look after him and keep him out of trouble.

Know what I'm doing? I'm taking out the trash. It's my job. I like to help. That's what good citizens do. Know what? Good citizens get to go swimming and feed the ducks. Good citizens get to ride bikes and climb trees. Oh. Wait! The bestest part is that good citizens get to eat wallermelons and Smarties.

I take the trash outside and throw the bag in the big blue dumpster. Then me and  James can go play. We're gonna have fun today. We can dig big holes in the back yard. Maybe we will go on a lion hunt. Yeah! I like to hunt for lions. Know what? We got water guns from Alan at the Mill Dollar Storee. Water guns will help us hunt down lions.

Oh! Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Who's a handsome bear cub? Who's a Son of Windsor? Who's a Prince of Ontario?" That's me! Charles. Okay. I gotta go get my ears tickled so I can laugh out loud. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be a good citizen and eat all your porridge. Hope someone tickles your ears today. Bye for now!"