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!"

Mackenzie Hall

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

Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's so newborn he doesn't even have any teeth. He drinks chocolate owls' milk out of a bottle. He's a wee little thing. I look after him, too.

Know what? I'm sitting on the steps at Mackenzie Hall. It's the city's cultural centre. That's on the next block from my house. Chance thinks he's hiding but I know where he is. He's right behind me. He thinks he's invisible when he closes his eyes. If I turn my head I can see him and then I'll holler, "Where's my handsome bear cub?" Then he will make happy little squeaky noises when I tickle his ears and kiss his nose and he will squeak some more.

Then we will find Grandpa James. He's inside. Maybe we can go to visit Miss Wendy and Mr. Ricky and Mr. Sam and get some Smarties at Mac's Milk. Yeah. Good idea! I l-o-v-e Smarties and I always eat the red ones last. It's a rule, you know. Okay. We gotta go, now. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, 'Be good citizens. Eat your red Smarties last! Over and out!"

Chance Disappears

Hi. This isn't me. This is my little brother Chance. He's a newborn cubby. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's forgetful and old. He says he was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark. He must be 20!   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.

When James and I woke up this morning, Chance wasn't in his basket. We looked under the bed. We looked under the chair and we looked under the table. If Chance was playing Hide & Seek, he was doing a very good job of hiding! Chance disappeared. He wasn't in the bathroom and he wasn't in the living room. Then we found his diaper on the kitchen floor. It was stinky. Where could our cubby be? Did someone cubnap him? Then we heard little squeaky noises. We looked up. We looked way up. Guess what? Chance was sitting in the sink. He climbed way up high and was sitting in the kitchen sink. He wanted a bath but he didn't know how to turn the water on. Good thing he didn't, 'cuz he might have burnt himself with hot water. 

James said, "My son! What are you doing in here?" Chance made more squeaky noises and licked  James' nose. I gave him a bear hug. Chance got his bath and then we had porridge and gummy worms for breakfast. Chance is too little to eat food 'cuz he doesn't have teeth, so he had condensed owls' milk for breakfast. I'm glad Chance didn't hurt himself. I'll have to watch him more carefuler!

Did you hear that?  James is hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? What happened to my Princes of Ontario?" That's me! Charles! I'm a handsome bear cub. I'm a Son of Windsor. I'm a Prince of Ontario. So is Chance! We gotta go find James so he can tickle our ears and make us laugh right out loud! This is me Charles, the Bear Cub, saying, "Be good citizens! Only take a bath when a grown up can watch you. Over and out!"