CUB SCOUT SKITS & STORYTELLING/05-05

JOKES / DEN CHIEF RUN-ONS  

1. What do you do with a blue elephant? (Cheer it up.)
2. What kind of market does a dog hate? (A Flea Market.)
3. What does a dog say when it is sick? (Barf, Barf.)
4. Which animal took the most luggage into the ark?
(The elephant, he took a trunk.)
5. Which animal took the least luggage into the ark?
(The rooster, he just took a comb.)

 

A LEGEND --- WHY THE MOUSE IS SO SILKY  

One day, on his wanderings in the land of the Swampy Cree, Wesukechak, known as Bitter Spirit,
saw a big, round stone lying beside the rocky path. Because Bitter Spirit could talk and understand the
language of nature, he always spoke to the birds and beasts and many other things. Now he spoke to the
stone. 'Can you run fast?' he asked.
'Oh, yes,' answered the stone. 'Once I get started, I can run very fast.'
'Good!' Bitter Spirit cried. 'Then you must race me.'
'I will,' answered the stone, 'if you can push me to where I can start.'
With great difficulty, the maker of magic did so, and without waiting,
the stone started to roll downhill, going faster and faster.
Wesukechak caught up with it almost at ground level and mocked
it as he ran past. 'You are a turtle,' he laughed. 'You cannot travel fast.'
The stone was very angry but did not reply.
Bitter Spirit ran and ran until he was so tired that he fell down on his face and slept soundly. The
stone caught up with him at last and rolled up his legs and then onto his back, where it was stopped by
his shoulders. It could roll no further. Being a big and very heavy stone, it held Bitter Spirit on the
ground so that he could not move. The maker of magic had awakened in pain when the stone rolled onto
his legs but he could not escape in time. 'Roll off my back, stone,' he shouted angrily. 'You are heavy; I
hurt, and I cannot move.'
'You mocked me when you passed me,' said the stone, 'but you see I have caught up with you. Now
that I have stopped, I cannot move until someone sets me rolling again. I must stay here.'
For many, many moons, the stone rested on the back of Bitter Spirit and the maker of magic could
not help himself to get free. At last, Thunder decided to send some of his bolts of lightning to smash the
stone and set Bitter Spirit free.
'And so, O stone, you are punished for holding me here so long,' cried the wondermaker as he
continued on his way.
His clothes had been torn and worn, so Bitter Spirit threw them into a bark lodge which he saw
nearby, ordering that they be mended. They were thrown outside so quickly and had been so well
repaired that Bitter Spirit cried out in surprise. 'Who are you in that lodge? Come out, so that I may see
and reward you.'
The maker of magic was much surprised when he saw a litte mouse creep out of the lodge. It was an
ugly, fat, rough-haired little creature in those days, with a short, stubby nose.
Bitter Spirit picked the mouse up very gently and stroked its little blunt nose until it became pointed.
'Now you will be able to smell out your food better,' he said.
Next, he brushed and combed its rough hair with his fingers until the hairs of the little creature
became soft as down and smooth as the fur of an otter. 'Now you will be able to run more easily into
little holes in tree trunks when your enemies come,' Wesukechak said, and so it was.
To this day, the mouse is soft and furry and it sniffs daintily with its long nose.