I hope that your bro' is as strong as a mighty oak. (That's how my grandma says I should start letters. Only she calls 'em "missives" -- what's that all about?)

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

Today Chuckie Lyons came over after school and I showed him my pet mongoose, Dennis. He said that was a dumb name and said I should've named it Charlie, but what does he know? He named his pet weasel Boots, and that's just ridiculous.

Another!