A teacher was helping her student with a math problem. She recited the
following story: There
are
three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one of the birds. How
many birds
are
left on the wire?"
The
boy
pauses. "None," he replied thoughtfully.
"No, no, no. Let's try again," the teacher says patiently. She holds up
three fingers. "There
are
three birds sitting on a wire. A hunter shoots one," she puts down one
finger, "how many birds
are
left on the wire?"
"None," the
boy
says with authority. The teacher sighs. "Tell
me
how you came up with that."
"It's simple," says the
boy,
"after the hunter shot one bird, he scared the other two away."
"Well," she says, "it's not technically correct, but I like the way you
think."
"Okay,"
chimes
the
boy,
"Now let
me
ask you a question. There
are
three women sitting on a bench eating popsicles. One woman is licking
the popsicle, one woman is biting the popsicle, and one is sucking the
popsicle. Which one is married?" he asked innocently.
The teacher looked at the
boy's
angelic
face
and writhed in agony, turning three shades of red. "C'mon," the
boy
said impatiently, "one is licking the popsicle, one is biting, and one
is sucking. Which one is married?"
"Well," she gulped and in a barely audible whisper replied," the one
who's sucking?"
"No," he says with surprise, "the one with the wedding ring on. But I
like the way you think." |