Our holiday tales continue tonight with part 2 of 3 🙂 Tonight’s focus is a very Puddie Christmas.
I love spending the holidays with Puddie.
He is part child at heart…
and part animated puppet for Miss Addie.
They are quite the pair…
Oh and he is also part…ahem… Superman
I just love a man who can wear an apron and make the noodles to match!…ahhh my hero!
Oh and who can forget… a tutu too…
This year I wanted to get Puddie a special gift… so I had to go into uber stealth ninja mode and order him a very old copy of James Whitcomb Riley’s Child Rhymes With Hoosier Pictures
Puddie and I rarely get away with surprise gifts
But this year, I succeeded 🙂
This book was very special to Mike because it held this very special story…
Puddie’s childhood memories are filled with his mama reading this very story to him.
And now he can read it to his lil’ monkey from his very own copy 🙂
Below is the Bear Story thanks to archive.org . To think– I thought Dr. Seuss could be a challenge from time to time…
THE BEAR STORY
THAT ALEX “1ST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE* F ”
W’Y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
In the woods to shoot a Bear. So, he went out
‘Way in the grea’-big woods he did. An’ he
Wuz goin’ along an’ goin’ along, you know,
An’ purty soon he heerd somepin’ go “Woo/i!”
1st thataway “Woo-oofi!” An’ he wuz skcercd,
He wuz. An’ so he runned an’ clumbed a tree
A grea’-big tree, he did, a sicka-more tree.
An’ nen he heerd it ag’in: an’ he looked round,
An’ ‘fuz a Bear! a greet? -big shore-nuff Bear!
No: ‘t’uz two Bears, it wuz two grea’-big Bears
One of ’em wuz ist one’s & greet? -big Bear.
But they ist ooffwent ” Wooh ! ” An’ here they come
To climb the tree an’ git the Little Boy
An’ eat him up !
An’ nen the Little Boy
He ‘uz skeered worse’n ever! An’ here come
The grea’-big Bear a-climbin’ th’ tree to git
The Little Boy an’ eat him up Oh, no!
It ‘uzn’t the Big Bear ‘at clumb the tree
It ‘uz the Little Bear. So here he come
Climbin’ the tree an’ climbin’ the tree ! Nen when
He git wite clos’t to the Little Boy, w’y nen
The Little Boy he ist pulled up his gun
An’ shot the Bear, he did, an’ killed him dead!
An’ nen the Bear he failed clean on down out
The tree away clean to the ground, he did
Spling-splung ! he failed plum down, an’ killed him, too!
An’ lit wite side o’ where the Big Bear’s at.
An’ nen the Big Bear’s awful mad, you bet!
‘Cause ’cause the Little Boy he shot his gun
An’ killed the Little Bear. ‘Cause the Big Bear
He he ‘uz the Little Bear’s Papa. An’ so here
He come to climb the big old tree an’ git
The Little Boy an’ eat him up ! An’ when
The Little Boy he saw the grea’-big Bear
A-comin’, he uz badder skeered, he wuz,
Than any time ! An’ so he think he’ll climb
Up higher ‘way up higher in the tree
Than the old Bear kin climb, you know. But he
He can’t climb higher ‘an old Bears kin climb,
‘Cause Bears kin climb up higher in the trees
Than any little Boys in all the Wo-r-r-ld !
An* so here come the grea’-big Bear, he did,
A-climbin’ up an’ up the tree, to git
The Little Boy an’ eat him up! An’ so
The Little Boy he clumbed on higher, an’ higher,
An* higher up the tree an’ higher an’ higher
An’ higher’n iss-here house is! An’ here come
Th’ old Bear clos’ter to him all the time!
An’ nen first thing you know, when th’ old Big Bear
Wuz wite clos’t to him nen the Little Boy
1st jabbed his gun wite in the old Bear’s motif
An* shot an* killed him dead! No; fergot,
He didn’t shoot the grea’-big Bear at all
‘Cause they ‘uz no load in the gun, you know
‘Cause when he shot the Little Bear, w’y, nen
No load ‘uz anymore nen in the gun!
But th’ Little Boy clumbed higher up, he did
He clumbed lots higher an’ on up higher an’ higher
An’ higher tel he ist can’t climb no higher,
‘Cause nen the limbs ‘uz all so little, *way
Up in the teeny-weeny tip-top of
The tree, they’d break down wiv him ef he don’t
Be keerful ! So he stop an’ think: An’ nen
He look around An’ here come th’ old Bear!
An’ so the Little Boy make up his mind
He’s got to ist git out o’ there some way!
‘Cause here come the old Bear! so clos’t, his bref’s
Purt ‘nigh so’s he kin feel how hot it is
Ag’inst his bare feet ist like old ” Ring’s ” bref
When he’s ben out a-huntin’ an’s all tired.
So when th’ old Bear’s so clos’t the Little Boy
Ist gives a grea’-big jump fer Another tree
No! no he don’t do that! I tell you what
The Little Boy does: W’y, nen w’y, he Oh, yes-
The Little Boy he finds a hole up there
‘ Afs in the tree an’ climbs in there an’ hides
An’ nen th’ old Bear can’t find the Little Boy
At all! But, purty soon th’ old Bear finds
The Little Boy’s gun ‘at’s up there ’cause \he gun
It’s too tall to tooked wiv him in the hole.
So, when the old Bear find’ the gun, he knows
The Little Boy’s ist hid ’round somers there,
An’ th’ old Bear ‘gins to snuff an’ sniff around,
An’ sniff an’ snuff around so’s he kin find
Out where the Little Boy’s hid at. An’ nen nen
Oh, yes ! W’y, purty soon the old Bear climbs
‘Way out on a big limb a grea’-long limb,
An’ nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole
An’ takes his ax an’ chops the limb off! … Nen
The old Bear falls k-splunge ! clean to the ground
An’ bust an’ kill hisse’f plum dead, he did!
An’ nen the Little Boy he git his gun
An’ ‘menced a-climbin’ down the tree ag’in
No! no, he didn’t git his gun ’cause when
The Bear failed, nen the gun failed, too An’ broked
It all to pieces, too! An’ nicest gun !
His Pa ist buyed it ! An’ the Little Boy
1st cried, he did ; an’ went on climbin’ down
The tree an’ climbin’ down -an’ climbin’ down !
An ‘-sir ! when he ‘uz ptirt’-nigh down, w’y, nen
The old Bear he jumped up ag’in ! an’ he
Ain’t dead at all ist ‘tendin 1 thataway,
So he kin git the Little Boy an’ eat
Him up! But the Little Boy he ‘uz too smart
To climb clean down the tree. An’ the old Bear
He can’t climb up the tree no more ’cause when
He fell, he broke one of his he broke all
His legs! an’ nen he couldn’t climb! But he
Ist won’t go’way an’ let the Little Boy
Come down out of the tree. An’ the old Bear
Ist growls ’round there, he does ist growls an’ goes
“Wooh ! woo-ooh ! ” all the time ! An’ Little Boy
He haf to stay up in the tree all night
An’ ‘thout no supper neether! On’y they
Wuz apples on the tree! An’ Little Boy
Et apples ist all night an’ cried an’ cried!
Nen when ‘tuz morning th’ old Bear went ” Wooh ! ”
Ag’in, an’ try to climb up in the tree
An’ git the Little Boy. But he can’t
Climb t’save his soul, he can’t ! An’ oh ! he’s mad /
He ist tear up the ground ! an’ go ‘ c Woo-ooh ! ”
An’ Oh, yes ! purty soon, when morning’s come
All light so’s you kin see, you know, w’y, nen
The old Bear finds the Little Boy’s gun, you know,
‘At’s on the ground. (An’ it ain’t broke at all
I ist said that ! ) An’ so the old Bear think
He’ll take the gun an’ shoot the Little Boy:
But Bears they don’t know much ’bout shootin’ guns:
So when he go to shoot the Little Boy,
The old Bear got the other end the gun
Ag’in’ his shoulder, ‘stid o’ th’ other end-
So when he try to shoot the Little Boy,
It shot the Bear, it did an’ killed him dead !
An’ nen the Little Boy clumb down the tree
An’ chopped his old woolly head off: Yes, an’ killed
The other Bear ag’in, he did an’ killed
All boff \hz bears, he did an’ tuk ’em home
An’ cooked ’em, too, an’ et ’em !
An’ that’s all.
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