Whitest

Hi kids!

We wound up on the dock at the end of a fishing tournament last night.
Here is the judge weighing the day's catch to determine who the winner
is.

This is the third and largest fish caught during the day. It weighed
25 pounds. There were about fifteen boats in the tournament, each one
bigger than the other, costing from, say, $250,000 to half a mil, with
bridges, fly bridges and super fly bridges, big fishing poles, out
riggers, fishing chairs, hundreds of horsepower each burning at least
300 gallons of fuel a day. And that day's catch was about fifty pounds
of fish. One of these mighty sportsman shared the fact that his boat
(four gentlemen from Georgia, a dozen poles among them) had not caught
a fish in the whole four days they had been competing. Man, this sure
sounded like fun! But I don't even have a fishing pole that would
haul in a twenty five pound fish.

But I got looking around at the crowd and I figured out a competition
I could win. See all the tans on on these people? They hang out on
this tropical island and they are outside all the time. Their tans are
great.

I haven't been warm enough to even wear shorts until today. The sun
hasn't laid a ray on me yet. So I'm going to organize a 'whitest
belly on Bahama' contest. With my fair skin and lack of sun I'll bet I
can win.

Well, nothing left but the doing! I'll let you know how it comes out!

Til then, you all be good kids and listen to who?

That's right, you're getting it.

THE TEACHER!