It has come to my attention that some people think Chipper is writing this blog. No. He's cute, furry and looks good in a sombrero. But he cannot write. I'm not saying he's bad at writing, I'm saying he can't write. He's a rodent. He gathers nuts and makes suicide runs in front of cars and trucks on Highway 70. The truth is, we don't even see him very often on the fairgrounds. All the thug squirrels have run Chipper and his ilk out of the area. Rodent jealousy? Perhaps. The squirrels certainly don't have a human wearing an enormous costume in their likeness. Not only that, but squirrels can't write either. And there you have it, the squirrels control the turf, the chipmunk has the fame.

You may be thinking to yourself, doesn't the Fair Manager have something more important to do than analyze the rodent population? Yes I do. In fact, I just heard that we don't have to settle for just pig racing. There's a group out there that races pigs, goats and ducks, AT THE SAME TIME! Excuse me while I make some phone calls.

P.S. Buy your Trailer Choir tickets now!