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

Me and Ronnie and Margie were out in the woods looking for more sticks for our cool fort and you'll never guess what we saw! Go ahead, guess! Oh, right. Anyway, we saw a dead body. I poked it with a stick, and it turned over, and we all ran and ran. I guess we ought to call the cops, but I figure they'll find him eventually anyway.