Bee Sting

Scout 1:    "OOOOOUCH, OOOOOCH, OOOUCH."
Scout 2:    "What's the matter with you?"
Scout 1:    "A bee's stung my thumb."
Scout 2:    "Try putting some cream on it then."
Scout 1:    "But the bee will be miles away by this time."

Knock, Knock 
Who’s there?
Yodel-lay-he. 
Yodel-lay-he-who?
I didn’t know you could yodel                                    

Southern NJ Council & Baltimore Area Council

Riddles are a lot of fun for Cub Scouts to try and figure our and a lot of fun to laugh at.  They can be used in the den meetings for gathering time, activity fun or for fillers in the Pack meeting.  Give a copy of these to your Den Chief or Asst. Cubmaster and he/she can keep the boys busy guessing for a gathering time activity.

The choice of which two musical keys might be given to a man walking a tightrope?                                         C sharp or B flat.

What's the one thing in the world that can't be beat?
                                                         A broken drum.

What tune is music to anybody's ear?                                              For-tune.

What is the difference between an escaped convict and an orchestra conductor?
              One beats the time and the other times the beat.

Which musical instrument would a doctor transplant?
                                                                An Organ.

What musical word does your teacher send home to your parents?                                                            Notes

What instrument sounds like calling twin boys by the same name?                                                         Tom-tom

Which musical word and which instrument are always negative?                                 Notes and Piano.

What word could make you ill if it's not in harmony?                                                                
                                                             Music (sick)

Which instrument could you tie something up with?
                                                                Accordian.

What musical instrument has a creepy crawly thing in it?                                                      Bugle.

Which musical instrument should belong to an Indian?
                                                             Oboe (bow).

Which instruments could be helpful in fishing?
                                              Castanets  (Cast-a-nets).

Why is a slippery pavement like music?
                               If you don’t C sharp, you’ll B flat.

Why are pianos hard to open?                                  The keys are inside

What does an alligator sing?                                                   Scales

What do you call a broken phonograph record?
                                                             A smash hit.

What do you call a nervous violin?                                      High-strung.

Maestro Patrick Casey was conducting a special performance Beethoven's Ninth Symphony with the local symphony and things were getting a bit crazy.  In the fourth movement, the lead violin player got some string and tied the conductor's music to the stand.  Two Cellists were asleep.  Meanwhile, the bass players had been sneaking shots of whiskey through the entire performance.  And were completely plastered by this point.  The bass trombone player looks up from his latest issue of Field and Stream to ask his neighbor what in the world was going on.  The guy turns to him and says "Well, it's the bottom of the ninth, there are two out, the basses are loaded, the score is tied and Casey’s up."

May 5, 1863 -- Here on the frontier, I sometimes wonder if the ancients were right.  With no other friendly face within 150 miles, it seems as if I have fallen off the edge of the Earth.

I spend my time now reading what books I have and cultivating my patch of cucumbers (which I brought back from the Holy Land, cf. Prince of Thieves).  The purpose of this fort, to hold back the Indians, has fallen away with my civilized veneer.

May 7, 1863 -- This morning I had an interesting and silent encounter.  One of the tribe of Indians nearby watched me perform my morning tasks and then left without a word.  I am excited by the prospect of contact with the natives of the area.

May 20, 1863 -- I have finally convinced the Indians to parlay with me.  I taught them the word for "fort,” feeling that it would be simple enough for them to learn.  They in turn taught me the Indian word "titonka,” apparently a small but tough, powerfully merchandised horseless carriage of metal construction.  I envy these people their simplicity.

June 7, 1863 -- Today I visited the Indians' village.  It is on one of the many flat-topped plateaus in the area.  As the decline of the buffalo proceeds, so too does this Indian tribe face decline.  I will try to teach them agriculture.  They have also told me their name for themselves.  It is "Anasazi"... which apparently means, "people called Anasazi" in their language.  I am called by them "Stinchapecsal" which means "he who should bathe more regularly.”

July 8, 1863 -- A rude awakening.  The Indians are fully aware of agriculture and in fact have nothing to do with the buffalo (what kind of nomadic tribe would build a village on a _mesa_?); unfortunately, they are suffering a drought.

Knowing a remedy, I have told them to dig a ditch from the nearby stream up the mountainside to their mesa-top fields.  In the meantime, I am pickling my cucumbers.

July 20, 1863 -- The drought is desperate, but the ditch is finished and my pickles are ready.  I am lining the ditch with pickles.  The Anasazi are doubtful, but I have promised them results in the morning.

July 21, 1863 -- Success!  The stream has been diverted and now flows up the mountainside to the Anasazi fields.  Amazed by this seeming magic, I told them that it was simply a well-known fact in my world.  After all, everyone knows that "dill waters run steep.”