One day earlier, little Oscar had mailed an order form for a wanted toy. Now he was constantly pestering his mother to let him check the mail. Suddenly, looking out the window at the apartment complex mailboxes, he shouted: “The mail is in! The mail is in!” Neither he, nor his mother, had seen a mail carrier, mail truck, or any activity near the mailboxes. But Oscar was right; it was in. How had he known?
Did the mailboxes have big pods nearby so that a mail carrier could put a parcel in one of them, and the key to that pod in that resident’s mailbox? Yes.
“One of the most important tasks I have for you” the innkeeper told his new the seller boy “is keeping track of how much ale and wine we have.” He waved at the row of tall oak barrels along the cellars wall. “You need to tell me when we get halfway down a barrel so I can start prepping its replacement. I don’t want you using any filthy sticks in my beer, mind. You can take the lit off and look, nothing more. Ah, don’t look like that, lad! Telling halfway is easy!”
So, with no measuring tool available (other than your eyes) and no indicators inside the barrel, how would you work out when the barrel is half empty?
If you tip the barrel on its side, just until the liquid touches the rim and the bottom of the barrel is visible at all, it is more than half empty. If you can not see the ground it is still more than half full.
The village of Wichad was home to a particularly celebrated idiot. He was well known throughout the region for always having the wrong idea about money. You see, whenever he was offered the choice between two coins, he would inevitably take the lower one and then go off, utterly delighted with his choice. One townsman in particular had trouble understanding why the fool behaved the way he did. He tried an entire range of combinations on that man, trying different coins of different sizes, ages and even shininess. Even Though the fool seemed to have no knowledge of the value he would always choose the option that would leave him worse off. In the end the townsman was able to rule out the coins weight, thickness, diameter, colour, cluster and even age as the factor that made the idiot invariably decent on the offering of lesser value. It certainly was not bad luck.
How come the fool always took the less valuable coin?
The “idiot” knew perfectly well that as soon as hewould take the more valuable coin, people would loose interest and stop giving him money. But until then people would just continue to give him money. So he actualy always knew the value of the coins.
Cotton is the odd one out.
The others are all types of shoes.
The more of me you take, the more of me there are. What am I?
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