Monday, November 9, 2026

Benny Bear Gets His Head in the Game: A story about staying focused, paying attention, and being there for your team

 


Benny Bear Gets His Head in the Game

A story about staying focused, paying attention, and being there for your team

The Moral of Our Story:

When you choose to join a team, bring your attention too. For others, count on you to care about the things you do. Listen closely to your coach and keep the play in sight. Be ready for your turn to help and try to do things right. When wandering thoughts distract you, gently bring them back. Remember where you need to be and get yourself on track. For fun and focus, grow together when you do your part, and every little effort shows the teamwork in your heart.

Benny Bear was six years old, and Saturday was baseball day.

He loved his blue cap. He loved his shiny bat. Most of all, he loved shouting, “Go, team!” so loudly that his cap nearly bounced off his head.

Benny played for the Woodland Cubs.

Their coach, Clara Cougar, had taught them how to hold a bat, throw toward a partner, and run through first base.

Today, she had another lesson in mind.

“Baseball has busy moments and waiting moments,” she told them. “But waiting does not mean we stop being part of the game.”

Benny nodded.

Then he noticed a cloud that looked exactly like a pancake.

A pancake with ears.

“Benny?” Coach Clara asked.

“Yes!”

“What should you watch when you are in the field?”

Benny glanced up.

“The pancakes?”

His teammates burst into giggles.

Clara smiled.

“The ball, Benny. Watch the ball.”

Soon, the Cubs trotted onto the field.

Benny stood near second base. Rosie Raccoon played shortstop. Felix Fox headed into the outfield.

For a little while, everyone looked ready.

Then the waiting began.

Benny scratched a picture in the dirt with his shoe.

It was going to be a magnificent bear riding a rocket.

Rosie pulled at the grass.

Felix sat down and began adjusting his socks.

At home plate, the batter swung.

Crack!

The ball rolled toward Benny.

“Benny!” Rosie shouted.

He was adding flames to his rocket.

“Benny, the ball!”

He looked up just as it rolled past him.

Rosie chased it and threw it back toward the pitcher.

The runner reached first base.

Benny stared at the trail the ball had left across his drawing.

“Oh,” he said.

After the inning, Clara gathered the Cubs beside the bench.

“Were we ready to play?”

A few heads shook.

“I was fixing my sock,” Felix said.

“I was picking grass,” Rosie admitted.

Benny shuffled his feet.

“I was going to the moon.”

Clara sat on the bench so they could gather close.

“You all have busy minds. Sometimes they wander. The important thing is learning to notice and bring them back.”

“Even when nothing is happening?” Benny asked.

“Something can happen on the very next pitch.”

She held up a baseball.

“When you are in the field, ask yourself three things. Where is the ball? How many outs are there? What will I do if the ball comes to me?”

Benny studied his glove.

“What if I don’t know?”

“Ask me before the next pitch. You are learning. That is why I am here.”

When the Cubs returned to the field, Benny decided he would pay attention harder than any bear had ever paid attention before.

He squeezed his eyes into a fierce squint.

He clenched his teeth.

He held his breath.

After a moment, he puffed out his cheeks.

Rosie looked over.

“Are you turning into a tomato?”

“I’m focusing,” Benny whispered.

From the sideline, Clara called, “Breathe, Benny! Bend your knees a little. Keep your glove ready.”

Benny let out an enormous breath.

Focusing, he discovered, did not require turning into a tomato.

The pitcher threw.

Benny watched.

The batter missed.

Benny watched again.

A butterfly floated over the grass.

His eyes followed it.

Then he noticed what he was doing.

“Back to the ball,” he whispered.

He turned toward home plate.

Crack!

A ground ball bounced between Benny and Rosie.

“Mine!” Rosie called.

Benny started toward her, then remembered Clara’s practice lesson. When Rosie went for a ball, he could move behind her to help if it got past.

He hurried into position.

The ball bumped against Rosie’s glove and skipped sideways.

Benny scooped it up.

He threw toward first base.

His throw bounced twice, and the runner arrived before the ball.

But Rosie grinned.

“You were there!”

Benny grinned back.

He had helped.

At the next break, he bounced beside Clara.

“We didn’t get the out.”

“No,” she said. “But you watched the play, remembered your job, and helped your teammate. That matters.”

“Even when it isn’t perfect?”

“Especially while you are learning.”

Later, Felix stood in the outfield with his glove on his head.

Benny almost laughed.

Then he remembered the ball rolling past his rocket.

“Felix!” he called kindly. “Next pitch!”

Felix pulled his glove down and turned toward the batter.

“Ready!”

During the final inning, a batter hit a slow roller toward Benny.

He saw it coming.

He bent his knees.

He lowered his glove.

This time, the ball rolled right into it.

Benny picked it up and threw toward first.

“Out!” called the umpire.

The Cubs cheered.

Benny’s smile stretched from one furry cheek to the other.

When the game ended, Clara gathered everyone once more.

“Today, we practiced being present,” she said. “That means giving your attention to what you are doing right now.”

“And keeping your glove off your head,” Felix added.

Everyone laughed.

On the walk home, Benny told Father Bear all about his play.

“I caught it because I was ready!”

Father Bear nodded.

“You gave yourself a chance.”

Benny thought about that.

At home, he put his glove beside his school bag.

“Tomorrow, I can practice paying attention when my teacher explains our work,” he said.

“And when we do something together here,” Father Bear replied.

Benny smiled.

His imagination could still take him to the moon.

But when his team needed him, he wanted to be right there on the field.

A Poem to Remember:

Keep your eyes upon the play.
Bring your focus back today.
Know your job and take your place.
Meet the moment that you face,
If your thoughts begin to roam,
Guide them gently, bring them home,
Have your fun and do your part,
Play with focus, care, and heart.

Let’s Talk About the Story:

  1. How did Benny’s daydreaming affect his teammates, and what changed when he paid attention?
  2. What three questions did Coach Clara teach the players to ask themselves while they were in the field?
  3. When your attention wanders at school, at home, or during sports, what can you do to bring it back?

Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller and Author

Get Your Head in the Game: Pay attention, stay focused, and be ready to do your part

 


Get Your Head in the Game!

Pay attention, stay focused, and be ready to do your part

By Bill Conley

At my six-year-old grandson’s baseball game, I noticed something that had very little to do with throwing, catching, or hitting.

Several children in the field were playing in the dirt, looking somewhere else, sitting down, or daydreaming. The game was happening around them, but their attention was somewhere else.

They were on the field. They were wearing their uniforms. But they were missing an important part of being a player: being ready to participate.

At six years old, children are still learning how to focus. They need patience, encouragement, and plenty of reminders. A baseball field offers a wonderful place to practice a lesson they can use everywhere.

When you choose to participate, give your attention to what you are doing.

Listening Is the Beginning

When your coach explains where to stand or what to do with the ball, listen carefully. Stop talking, pause your playing, and give those instructions your attention.

If you do not understand, ask.

“Coach, where should I throw it if it comes to me?”

That question shows that you want to learn and help your team.

But listening to the instructions is only the beginning. Once the game starts, you have to keep paying attention so you can use what you learned.

Be Ready Before It Is Your Turn

Imagine a ball rolling toward you while you are busy drawing circles in the dirt. By the time someone calls your name, it might already be past you.

Now imagine watching the batter, knowing where the ball is, and being ready to move.

You might catch it. You might miss it. Either way, you gave yourself a chance because you were paying attention.

You do not have to make every play perfectly. Your job is to be ready and give an honest effort.

A simple reminder can help:

Watch the ball. Know your job. Be ready to move.

Before each pitch, ask yourself, “What will I do if the ball comes to me?”

That little question gives your mind something useful to do.

Your Team Is Counting on You

Baseball is a team sport. Your teammates need you to pay attention, just as you need them to pay attention.

Think about throwing a ball to someone who is looking the other way. It is frustrating, and someone could get hurt.

Being engaged means knowing what is happening and being prepared to help. Sometimes that means catching a ball. Sometimes it means backing up another player. Sometimes it means listening when the coach changes your position.

Every player has a part to play, even when the ball goes somewhere else.

Taking It Seriously Can Still Be Fun

Laugh with your teammates. Celebrate a good hit. Enjoy running the bases.

Taking the game seriously means caring enough to try, learn, and follow directions. You can smile and still be ready. You can have fun and still pay attention.

And when you make a mistake, stay involved. One missed ball does not mean you should stop trying.

Take a breath. Listen to your coach. Get ready for the next play.

Practice Bringing Your Attention Back

Everyone’s mind wanders sometimes. When you notice yours wandering, bring it back to the game.

Look toward the action. Remember your job. Get into your ready position.

Each time you do that, you are practicing focus.

The same habit helps at school when your teacher explains an assignment. It helps at home when your parents give you a task. It helps whenever someone is depending on you to understand and follow through.

Show Up Ready to Participate

You do not have to be the best player on the field to be a valuable teammate.

You can listen. You can watch. You can learn. You can give your best effort.

Those are choices you can practice every time you play.

So, when you step onto the field, bring more than your glove.

**Bring your attention,

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Penny Porcupine and the Game She Almost Quit: Playing to the finish, losing with kindness, and trying again

Penny Porcupine and the Game She Almost Quit

Playing to the finish, losing with kindness, and trying again

The Moral of Our Story

When cards or dice bring someone luck and leave you far behind,
Remember you can still choose words and actions that are kind,
For every game has turns that change and plans that go astray,
And no one gets to win each round or always have their way,
So keep on playing honestly when losing seems in sight,
Without a pout, a shout, or blame that spoils a friend’s delight,
Then thank your friends, applaud their win, and learn what you can do,
For being gracious when you lose brings out the best in you.

Rain drummed against the windows of Penny Porcupine’s woodland home.

It was perfect weather for indoor games.

Penny spread a quilt across the floor while Milo Mouse unpacked a board game. Hazel Hedgehog brought a deck of picture cards, and Sammy Squirrel carried a bowl of apple slices.

“I hope you brought your best moves,” Penny said. “Because I plan to win.”

“We brought snacks,” Sammy replied. “Does that count?”

Everyone laughed.

Their first game was called Acorn Trail.

Each player rolled a die and moved a wooden animal along a winding path toward a painted oak tree. Some spaces offered shortcuts. Others sent players backward.

Penny chose the purple porcupine.

Naturally.

At first, she rolled a six.

Then a five.

Her piece hurried ahead.

“Make room for the champion!” she announced.

Milo moved his little mouse only two spaces.

Hazel landed in a puddle and missed a turn.

Sammy took a shortcut.

Then Penny rolled a one.

Her piece landed on a picture of a broken bridge.

“Go back four spaces,” she read.

She frowned.

On her next turn, she rolled another one.

Sammy’s squirrel was almost at the oak tree.

Penny slumped against a cushion.

“This game is boring.”

“A minute ago, you liked it,” Milo said.

“That was before all the bad rolls.”

Hazel passed her the die.

“It’s your turn.”

Penny pushed it away.

“I’m not playing.”

Sammy stopped reaching for his piece.

“But we haven’t finished.”

“You already know you’re going to win.”

“I might,” Sammy said. “But we still have turns left.”

Penny folded her arms and stared at the quilt.

Mother Porcupine looked up from her chair.

“Penny, would you help me bring in the cups?”

In the kitchen, Penny set four cups on a tray.

“Everyone gets good rolls except me.”

“You had some good rolls at the beginning,” Mother reminded her.

Penny picked at the edge of a towel.

“I don’t want to watch Sammy win.”

Mother leaned against the counter.

“When you were ahead, did you want your friends to keep playing?”

“Yes.”

“Then they deserve the same kindness now.”

Penny was quiet.

“You may feel disappointed,” Mother continued. “But if you quit because someone else is doing well, the game stops being fun for them too.”

“What if I really don’t win?”

“Then you can finish kindly. That is something you can do even when you cannot choose the number on the die.”

Penny looked through the doorway.

Her friends were waiting.

She carried in the cups.

“Sorry I stopped the game,” she said. “Whose turn is it?”

“Yours,” Hazel replied, handing her the die.

Penny rolled a three.

No shortcut.

No wonderful surprise.

Just three ordinary spaces.

She moved her piece.

A few turns later, Sammy reached the oak tree.

Penny felt a small, tight pinch in her chest.

She took a breath.

“Good game, Sammy.”

“Thanks!”

It had not felt easy to say.

But it felt better than leaving her friends sitting around an unfinished board.

Next, Hazel dealt picture cards for a game of matching pairs.

Penny decided she would pay very close attention.

Surely this time she could win.

Milo collected a pair of umbrellas.

Hazel found two red boots.

Sammy matched two sleepy owls.

Penny had one pair of mittens.

Only one.

She watched Hazel turn over a teapot.

Penny remembered seeing its match.

“It’s over there!” she blurted, reaching across the cards.

Then she stopped.

Hazel’s turn belonged to Hazel.

Penny pulled her paw back.

“Sorry. I’ll wait.”

When her own turn came, she found the teapot pair.

Then she found two yellow stars.

She was still behind, but now she was enjoying the puzzle.

At the end, Milo had the most pairs.

Penny counted hers twice.

Then she looked at his neat little pile.

“Your memory was really good.”

“I kept mixing up the boots and mittens,” Milo admitted.

“Me too!”

They laughed.

After an apple break, Sammy suggested a card game called Number Neighbors. Players tried to build rows of numbers in order.

Penny loved making patterns.

She studied her cards and carefully planned a row.

Then Hazel played the card Penny needed.

Penny’s plan would no longer work.

Her mouth opened.

She wanted to shout, “You ruined it!”

Instead, she pressed her paws together beneath the table.

One breath.

Then another.

“What else can I try?” she whispered.

She looked again.

There was another possible row.

It would take longer, and she might still lose.

But she could keep playing.

Hazel finished first.

Penny felt disappointed again.

Three games.

Three different winners.

None of them Penny.

For a moment, she wanted to disappear into the cushions.

“Are you okay?” Milo asked.

“I wish I’d won something,” she admitted.

“I know,” he said.

Penny took a sip of water.

Then she turned toward Hazel.

“You spotted that row quickly. Good game.”

“Thank you,” Hazel said. “Want me to show you what I noticed?”

Penny nodded.

Hazel spread out the cards, and Penny leaned closer.

Outside, the rain softened to a gentle patter.

Inside, the friends put away the board, counted the cards, and searched beneath the quilt for one missing wooden mouse.

It was in Sammy’s snack bowl.

“An excellent hiding place,” Milo declared.

When everyone was ready to leave, Penny stood by the door.

“Will you come back for games next Saturday?”

“Definitely,” Sammy said.

“And I’m practicing my memory,” Penny added.

“So am I,” Milo replied.

Mother Porcupine watched Penny wave goodbye.

“You stayed with every game.”

“Even when I knew I might lose.”

“What helped?”

Penny thought for a moment.

“Taking a breath. Looking for another move. Remembering it was somebody else’s turn to win.”

She glanced at the game shelf.

“I still hope I win next time.”

Mother smiled.

“Of course.”

Penny smiled too.

“But I want my friends to have a good time either way.”

A Poem to Remember

Roll the die and take your turn,
Stay to play and stay to learn,
When your cards don’t go your way,
Choose the kindest words to say,
Cheer the friend who wins the game,
Skip the shouting and the blame,
Try again with something new,
Let good friendship win with you.

Let’s Talk About the Story

  1. Why did Penny want to quit Acorn Trail, and how would quitting have affected her friends?
  2. What did Penny do when she felt like shouting during the card game?
  3. What can you say or do when someone else wins, and what could you practice before playing again?

Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller and Author