George and the Bed Bug

By: Anneliese

Deep in the Adirondacks, was a logging camp. “Hey, Mac, what is this jar labeled? “George, there is nothing in it but a bunch of dust?” a man named Robert asked as he set some food on the shelf. “Ah, that jar has quite a story behind it,” Mac began.

“A couple years ago, a guy named George was eating breakfast with his friend, Johnny.” “Ah, Old Johnny, I have a giant bed bug the size of a golf ball,” George groaned. “So what, I have a couple of those,” Johnny shrugged has he walked away to work.

As Johnny chopped a giant pine down, George walked over with a puzzled look on his face. “My hat doesn’t fit anymore, watch!” he cried with dismay. The plaid, wool hat fell over his eyes. “I don’t know what to tell ya,” Johnny began, “darnest thing, it fit ya just fine yesterday.”

The next morning, George came into the lunchroom looking a lot skinnier. “Have ya been exercising now?” a man called out. “No, but that bug is the size of a softball!” George said with a sigh. “It seems as the bug grows, you shrink!” Johnny said with a chuckle as he patted George on his back. “I’m fine, but I do think someone else is wearing my clothes!” George said, lifting his arms. His shirt slung below his hands, and his pants dragged the ground.

The day after, George was only two feet tall. “What’s eatin’ ya?!” a man shouted with a laugh. “That darn bug is the size I used to be!” George sighed.

The next morning, Johnny only found a little dust pile in George’s bed. So he and a couple friends swept him up into a pickle jar. Eventually the men found that bed bug. They decided to dress him up and put him to work.”

“That is the story of George in the jar and his bed bug,” Mac said, finishing up the story as he walked out of the kitchen door with Robert.

Adirondack Ann

Black Bear Lake here I come

The nature I sure love

Built my cabin better then some

I flew on a big white dove

Chorus

Stronger then one hundred men

Built two cabins in an hour

Adirondack Ann wrestles bears

Who needs men?

Feel her power

Adirondack Ann

Who needs a man?

Once as I was fishing

I caught an enormous fish

We ate it for twelve hours

That was one tasty dish

Chorus

Black Bear Lake here I come

I’ll bring my dogs too

I fought off some hungry bears

Like no man could do!

Chorus

Weather was looking nasty

“Tornado’s on its way”!

I told my dog to hurry up

Before it makes us sway

Checkia chased that swirling wind

Grabbed that toy in one bite

Swung and whirled as she hung on

Tossed it with all her might!