An experienced teacher would likely be able to regale you with dozens of “war stories” about shrewd pupils who occasionally spoke too much for their good. There is usually a class clown in every classroom, and those pupils never fail to utter the silliest things to rile up even the most rigid teachers. In this tale, the teacher takes a bag of fruit to class so they may play a little game, but she quickly finds out she bit off more than she could chew!
The teacher once brought a bag full of fruit to class.[1]
“Now, class, I’m going to describe a piece of fruit from the bag and you have to identify what fruit it is.”
“All right, to start: it’s spherical, plump, and red”
Naturally, Johnny put up his hand, but the teacher saw through him and chose Deborah, who said, “An apple,” right away.
“No, Deborah, it’s a beet, but I like your thinking,” the teacher retorted.
Here’s the second. It has a reddish-brownish tint and is fluffy and velvety.
Johnny is bouncing around in his chair, attempting to get the teacher to come over. However, she calls Billy instead of him once more.
“Is that a peach?” Billy queries. “I’m afraid it’s a potato, Billy. No.” But your way of thinking appeals to me,” the teacher says.
“This one is a bit longer, yellow, and somewhat dense.”
By now Johnny is waving his hand wildly, ready to blow up. Once more, the teacher ignores him and calls on Sally.
“An avocado,” she remarks.
The teacher says, “No, it’s a squash, but I like your way of thinking.”
Now that he’s feeling a little agitated, Johnny speaks up. “Hey, teacher, let me reach into my pocket and take something out for you. Well, I think I have it: it is firm, circular, and has a head on it.
“Johnny!” exclaims she. “That is repulsive!”
“Nope, it’s a quarter, but I like your thinking,” Johnny responds.
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