Cub: Do Your Best
Smokey: Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!
One spring day, high
in the Capitan Mountains of New Mexico, a brown
cub and his mother went for
a stroll in the woods.
The forest was warm
and dry, but alive with the smells and sounds of the season. Blue jays and
swallows sang high in the lush green tress. Rabbits and mice scampered through
flowery meadows. Squirrels and chipmunks scurried straight up the trunks of
The Cub was
just three months old and weighted only four pounds. But he was very clever.
He had already learned where to find berries and honey to eat and fresh water
to drink. He also knew what to do in case of danger: climb a tree. And that is
what saved his life.
The Cub and
his mother had not walked far when panic broke out around them. Birds began
screeching and flying in all directions. Rabbits rushed out into the open.
Deer leapt left and right around the trees. The forest had caught Fire.
And the Fire was coming their way.
nudge her Cub, and both began to run. The smoke grew thicker and
thicker. Fiery cinders filled the sky. The little Cub ran until
he could run no more. Finally, he stopped to look for his mother. She was
gone! In the confusion, she had lost sight of him. For the first time in his
life, the little Cub was alone and scared. What should he do?
Then he remembered what his mother had
taught him: When in danger, climb a tree. So up he climbed into a tall tree.
He wrapped his legs around the trunk. The frightened Cub closed his
eyes and clung tightly. Below him, the Fire roared on.
Rangers fought the dreadful flames. The Fire was so big that
foresters called in a special troop of Fire firefighting soldiers to
help them. One of the Fire fighters noticed a small Bear Cub
in a tree.
firefighters could reach the Cub, a blast of fire cut off their path.
They hit the ground and covered their faces until the flames blew over. The
Fire roared around the tree where the little Bear clung. It singed
his fur and burned his paws, but he held on. Finally the Fire passed,
and the Cub opened his eyes. he saw that the trees in his forest home
were now black and leafless. The air felt dark and greasy. The birds and
animals all had gone.
Then the Cub
heard a strange sound and saw a strange creature. Gently, the creature - a man
- pulled him from the charred tree trunk. The Bear Cub had never
seen a human before. "What's you name, little fella?" the man asked, as the
smoke rose all around them. "I think Smokey is a very good name for
brought Smokey to a game Warden named Ray Bell. Mr. Bell took
care of wounded animals. He knew just what to do. First, he took Smokey
to see Dr. Smith, who bandaged the cub's burned leg and paws. Then Mr. Bell
brought Smokey home to his family.
Mrs. Bell, four-year
old Judy, and even their cocker spaniel, Jet, welcomed the little Cub.
Smokey had a new family - and a new home. Everyone in the family helped
Smokey recover. Mrs. Bell fed him oatmeal and honey and nursed him back
to health. Judy cheered him up with games and cuddles. And Jet let Smokey
curl up beside him and eat from his dish.
In a few short
weeks, Smokey was strong and healthy. The little Bear who had
lost his home and family was going to be all right.
The Bell family and
the other game Wardens knew that Smokey's experience could serve
as an important lesson to others. They story of what had happened to
Smokey's home in the Capitan Mountains could help teach children how to
prevent forest Fires.
But the job meant
moving Smokey to the National Zoo in Washington D.C. So the Bells said
good-bye to their special friend, and Smokey boarded an airplane with
his name on it.
By the time
Smokey got to Washington, people all over the country had heard the story
of the forest Fire and the rescue of the little Bear. His
picture appeared in newspapers nationwide. Smokey Bear was a national
The Misspelled Smoke Signals
York Adams Area Council
Divide the group
into five smaller groups and assign each group one of the words listed below.
Read the story. After each of the words is read pause for the group to make
the appropriate response.
Bear "I'll get this right!"
Drums hit thighs rhythmically
Smoke Signals "Pooff, Pooff!
Indian War whoop
Mother: "You can do it!"
Bear was a very hard working Indian boy. He studied hard to learn
to play the Drums so he could send messages to his friends in other
villages. But Little Bear had trouble with his lessons in
Smoke Signals. After one particularly frustrating experience,
Little Bear ran into his teepee and threw himself down on his
buffalo skin bed. "What is the trouble, Little Bear," asked his
Mother who was busy sewing new buckskins for his father. "Mother,"
why must Indians learn to do Smoke Signals?" Little
Bear asked. "To communicate," she replied, "this was the Indians
from our tribe can talk to other villages." "But we have the Drums,"
said Little Bear. "This may not always be enough," his Mother
replied, "we also need the Smoke Signals. Now go on back and
practice your Smoke Signals some more."
Bear left the teepee. He stopped by his Drums and sent a little
message, but no one answered. So he made a little fire, just the right size to
send Smoke Signals . He took out his blanket and when the fire
was just right, he trapped the smoke and let out a nice little puff. But it
just didn't look right. Then an old Indian who had been watching from a
little ways off came up to him. "Little Bear," he said, "I see
what you are doing wrong. You are not spelling it right." Little
Bear looked surprised; he did not know you could misspell Smoke
Signals. "Let me show you," said the old Indian. He took the
blanket and held it a bit differently. As he released the Smoke
Signal it floated softly into the sky. And it looked just right.
"I see," said Little Bear,
"I was holding it wrong." He took the blanket and tried it himself. Once again
a perfect Smoke Signal drifted into the afternoon sky. "Oh,
thank you, thank you," he said turning to where the old Indian had
stood. But the old Indian had disappeared. Little Bear
ran to the teepee. "Mother," he called, "I can do it! Now I can
communicate with Drums and Smoke Signals. Mother,
who was the old Indian who helped me?" But Little Bear's Mother
did not answer, she only smiled.
The Lost Lizard
National Area Capital Council
Cub Scout: “I’ll do my best.”
Lizard: “Scurry, scurry.”
Cap: Pantomime putting on cap
Coat: Pantomime putting on coat
(The audience is told
to follow the narrator in pantomime besides doing their assigned parts.)
Once there was a Cub Scout who had
a pet Lizard that he kept in a box. One day the Cub Scout
looked in the box and the Lizard was gone. “I guess I’ll have to put
on my Cap and Coat and look for my Lizard,” he said. So
the Cub Scout put on his Cap and his Coat and he
put the box in his Coat pocket and went outside to look for the missing
First the Cub Scout looked
under the porch (pantomime looking under porch). No Lizard.
Next the Cub Scout looked
behind a tree (pantomime). No Lizard. Then the Cub Scout
looked in the bushes (pantomime). No Lizard.
Just as the Cub Scout was
losing hope of finding his lost Lizard, the March wind came around the
corner of the house and blew the Cub Scout’s Cap off.
Holding his Coat tightly around him, with the box in his Coat
pocket, the Cub Scout ran down the street after his Cap
The Cub Scout chased his
Cap past the fire hydrant to the street corner. After looking carefully
both ways (pantomime), the Cub Scout ran across the street after
his Cap. The wind was blowing strong, so the Cub Scout
held his Coat tightly around him as he chased the Cap into the
Finally the March wind put the Cap
down on a rock, and the Cub Scout caught up with it.
And when the Cub Scout
picked up his Cap, what do you think he saw? There, on the rock, under
the Cap, was his lost Lizard! He picked up the Lizard,
put it in the box, put the box in his Coat pocket, put his Cap
on his head and went straight home.
When he got inside the house, the Cub
Scout took off his Coat and his Cap. And took the
Lizard out of the box. To his surprise, he discovered that this wasn’t his
missing Lizard after all. Sitting quietly on his desk, the Cub
Scout found his own Lizard.
“Oh well,” said the Cub Scout.
“I’ll take the new Lizard to the den meeting this afternoon.
Mrs. Smith will put him in our den zoo.
Won’t she be proud of me?” And with that, the Cub Scout put both
Lizards in the box and went outside to play, after putting on his Cap
and Coat, of course.
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