I trust your bro' is in good health. (That's how my dad says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.)

We had to take a physical fitness test in school today. It sucked! I had to run laps until I felt like my heart was going to explode, and then I couldn't do any pull-ups and Coach Young called me a loser. I'll bet he's just mad that he didn't make the Hunt the Monopod team when he was in school, the jerk.

Me and Tommy spent a few hours working on our tubular tree fort yesterday. We're almost done with the council chamber and we're working on laser-guided missiles to keep the girls out.

Another!