I just got a new pet weasel! I named it Harley. Mom says I can keep him if I look after him and depilitate him every day. She said if I get sick of him, she knows a really nice farm where he can go and live, so there's really no pressure.

Me and Tommy and Patty were out in the woods looking for more sticks for our radical 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.