A long time ago, far away from any other civilization, there was a little house between two hills, and in the house there lived a farmer, his wife, and his young daughter. Now, because the hills were so far away from civilization, they had no official names, so the family just called them Hill One and Hill Two. One morning, a mysterious man came to this house and said he was hunting minks for their fur, which he would later make into coats and sell at the market in the city many miles away. He wanted to know if there were any minks nearby.
"Be careful," warned the farmer's wife. "This place is protected by powerful nature spirits. If you shoot any animals around here you could face a fate worse than death!"
"I don't believe in nature spirits," said the hunter. "I'm not afraid."
"OK, whatever," said the farmer's wife. "There are some minks around here -- just take a look on the hills. But make sure you don't fall under the spells of the nature spirits, because if you do, there's nothing we can do to rescue you. They'll turn you into a wild animal, or even a plant."
"I still don't believe in nature spirits," said the hunter.
"After you set your traps, why don't you come back here for lunch?" said the farmer.
"Sure," said the hunter, and off he went to set his traps.
However, by lunch he didn't return, and the family began to worry that he had been captured by the nature spirits. The daughter wanted to go search for him. Her parents warned her that they couldn't do anything for him, but she explained that she was just curious what he had been turned into. So they decided to split up and go search for the hunter. The father went to search Hill One, the mother went to search the area between the hills, and the daughter went to search Hill Two. When the daughter got to the top of Hill Two she noticed a beautiful tree with some strange-looking fruit. She climbed up the tree to pick the fruit and discovered something very weird. The fruit of the tree was made out of what looked like beaten eggs, and inside there were lots of little pieces of cheese and onions.
So the daughter, drawing the obvious conclusion, ran down the hill, screaming, "Mommy! Mommy! The furrier transformed is a nice omlette tree on Hill Two!"
larryllama wrote:Here's one for the advanced calculus crowd.
Q. Why did the chicken cross the road?
A. Mean Value Theorem
Intermediate value theorem, surely.