When it comes to swimming I am more or less a floating mound of hair. My friend Jimmy the Jumping Walleye, on the other hand, is the best swimmer I have ever seen. Jimmy was over to my place the other night to play cards and we started talking about the Olympics and how Jimmy should be swimming in the games. Unfortunately, there seems to be a human only rule. This led us to the conclusion that Jimmy needs to go into disguise. If you notice anyone who looks a little fishy winning the swimming gold medals this August then you know our disguise for Jimmy worked (well enough to get him in anyway).