That
year, in the local school, there was a new Math teacher, as well as some new
pupils. One of the new kids was the stupidest child anyone had ever seen. It
made no difference how quickly or how slowly they tried explaining numbers to
him; he would always end up saying something enormously dumb. Like two plus two
was five, seven times three was twenty-seven, or a triangle had thirty
corners...
Before
this boy arrived, Maths lessons had been the most boring of all. Now they were
great fun. Encouraged by the new teacher, the children would listen to the
pieces of nonsense spouted by the new kid, and they would have to correct his
mistakes.
They
all wanted to be the first to find his mistakes, and then think up the most
original ways to explain them. To do this they used all kinds of stuff: sweets,
playing cards, oranges, paper planes...
It
didn't seem like any of this bothered the new kid.
However,
little Lewis was sure that it was bound to make him feel sad inside.
So,
one day, he decided to follow the new kid home after school; Lewis was sure he
would see him crying.
On
leaving school, the new kid walked a few minutes to a local park, and there he
waited for a while, until someone came along to meet him...
It
was the new teacher!
The
teacher gave the new kid a hug, and off they went, hand in hand. Following from
a distance, Lewis could hear they were talking about Math.
And
that stupid new kid knew everything about it, much more than anyone in the
class!
