Dear Family,
I want a pet tiger for Christmas.
Perhaps I should preface that with some information. I went to the Hillsdale County Fair this week. I'm not sure if the claim "Most Popular Fair in the World" quite stands up, but there were a good deal of attractions. My favorites were, of course, the two baby tigers. One was a lovely white tiger, but I think I like the orange on better. He had a stuffed monkey in his cage, which of course means he would never be malicious.
I know what you're thinking. Really, though, all the deep fried food has not gone to my head. Yes, some pet tigers have mauled their owners in the past. This is tragic. But pet tigers are so cute! And I'm sure that if I got one when it was little, it would bond with me enough that it would never feel the need to maul me. Besides, I think tigers are rather like people in temperament. Some people are just naturally aggressive and others are sweet. I'm pretty sure the tiger with his adorable stuffed monkey falls into the latter category. So...Christmas? Please? I bet once you saw this tiger, you would take care of it until I was home from school.
In other news, my arteries are still somewhat unclogged. I did try a bite of deep-fried cookie dough, a funnel cake, and French fries. They were all rather delicious. Despite a few dares, I refused to try the natstiest invention known to man: fried butter. As great as the fair was, though, the extreme cold-wetness of my excursion has not yet worn off. I'm off to drink seven cups of deliciously warming tea, bundle up, and do my homework.
All my love,
Leah
