by Eric E.
One day, when Kenny Everingham* came home, he didn't touch his pizza. Eric knew what that meant. "What's wrong?" asked Jazz**.
""Two days ago, two guys, Al and Zachary, were in a hot air balloon. Zachary fell out and was injured," Al said. "This is how it happened.""
"Zachary and I went in a hot air balloon. A careless pilot hit our balloon and Zachary fell out." Ken put away his notebook.
"Later," Kenny continued, "Al telephoned us. But Zach was carrying 20 hundred dollars. It was gone when we found him."
"Who took the money," asked Kenny.
"How hot was it," asked Eric.
"Forty-six degrees," replied Kenny.
"Well then Al lied. He never went in the balloon," Eric said.
"Why?"
"In a hot air balloon, you need very hot air to rise it. So air around Al would have been hot, not forty-six degrees." Al admitted it and Zachary got his money.
*the author's dad
**the author's dog
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