“You did a bang-up job recording the history of the Cubs,” he praised. “But why all the blank pages at the end?”
“They represent the future,” Dan laughed, stepping out of his armor. “And boy! Judging from the past, what a future we’ll have. How about it, fellows?”
“We’ll do our best to make ’er glow!” shouted Chips.
The other Cubs, gathering up their belongings, signified agreement, by giving a long and lusty wolf wail.
“A-h-h-kay Iaa!” they shouted. “W-e-e-l d-o-o-o-o our Best!”
On that note, the Cubs in a burst of enthusiasm, grabbed Dan and tossed him a little way into the air. Then, like a pack of healthy young wolves, they raced out of the meeting hall.
Transcriber’s Notes
- Silently corrected a few typos (but left nonstandard spelling and dialect as is).
- Rearranged front matter to a more-logical streaming order.