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Six Sentence Story: Difference

Dad, as a school-teacher and all-around smart guy, excelled in thought-provoking conversation. My brother and sister and I learned to listen carefully to questions like, "How many animals did Moses take on the ark?" so we could answer with confidence, "None!" (Moses didn't build the ark; Noah did.) 

Dad's question to top all questions and put us all in a fit of laughter, though, had to be this classic:

What's the difference between a duck? 

Its left feet are the same!

🦆

Linking up again for Six Sentence Story Thursday!

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  1. Very cute Six :)
    I think real listening, careful listening as you put it, nowadays seems rather a lost art.

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    1. Society today is faster, louder, and busier, which makes listening more difficult.

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  2. Careful listening is care full listening

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  3. I love those kinds of questions.
    What weighs more, a pound of feathers or a pound of bricks?

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    1. Oh, pick me! Pick me! They both weigh a pound! :-)

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  4. Don't want to sound dumb but I haven't yet understood the duck question.

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    1. You don't sound dumb at all! The question and answer--unlike the other puzzling questions Dad would ask--are both nonsensical, and for some reason, made us kids laugh!

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  5. Ah ha! the old 'which is heavier, a pound of feathers or a pound of lead?' trick question school of thought.
    fun Six

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    1. It seems that those kind of questions never grow old. Have you seen the videos from the past year or two that ask someone what y-e-s spells, then asks the same person what e-y-e-s spells? If you haven't, google it.

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