I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he’d spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he’d yell out, ‘Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!’ We all thought he was crazy. But then, we had some growing up to do.
by Jack Handey