How well I remember those old days out by the creek. Old uncle Bob would take us camping by the ruined sawmill. We'd nestle down in those tents like they were cocoons, looking at the leaf shadows on the tent roof up above.

Every morning, just as it got light, Ol' Uncle Bob would head to the creek and catch himself a mess of tadpoles. He'd nail those things to a cartwheel, and spin it like it was a wheel of fortune! And wherever it landed, he'd yell out: "Tadpoles! Tadpoles are a Winner!"

- We all thought he was crazy. Then again - we had a lot of growing up to do...

Interesting story!!

Interesting story!!!

Yarr! True tales of the pointless!

Now on vinyl! Squeeeeeeeeeee!