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Amanda Challenge

Amanda's Challenge My name is Amanda; I am pleased to meet you. I must tell you my story I swear it is all-true. It happened one day I was feeling quite low. I had run out of answers I did not know where to go. While all of my friends played out in the yard. I pondered my homework it was so very hard. Many times, I have tried and then just fell flat. I just get so very angry and I act like a brat. As I sit here and think, getting feelings of dread. Many thoughts many words bounce around in my head. Five plus five equals ten or possibly eleven. If three is then taken does that make it seven? Multiply that by four and let me see what I get. I do not know the answer, not now, not quite yet. As I sat and I sat, I thought very hard. I even tried walking my dog in the yard. I thought, “What can I do, how can I solve this riddle. Perhaps I should give up, just start playing the fiddle.” I finally at last came to the end of my rope. I had given up all; I had run out of hope. When at once there appeared a man dressed all in green. He seemed very nice and not at all mean. His hair was all fluffy and white as the snow. On his right shoulder there sat a small crow. He walked with a limp so he moved bit by bit. When he came a lot closer, I asked him to sit. He carried in his arms a very small trunk. I asked what was in it, he replied, “Mostly just junk” Sometimes it holds answers to problems and wishes. But I usually just use it to just carry my dishes. My name is Jin, and I heard you were amiss I might just have a fix for a problem like this. There is a cap you can wear when things get all hazy It is green and fluffy and topped with a daisy. I think that I have it somewhere, right in this trunk” He reached deep inside, pulled out all sorts of junk. Soon something emerged, made of tattered green cloth. It was the cap that he spoke of and the wings from a moth. He spoke. ”Put this cap on your head it should fit you quite well. It won’t take very long you’ll be starting to tell.” I cried, “I feel very silly don’t think this will work. I look like an idiot I feel like a jerk. I do not see how this hat will help me be smart. Can it help me with Math, how soon will it start?” What is it I am feeling things are beginning to get clear. Just like a fog is lifting from my head ear to ear The Math it is so simple, how could I not see? Just use some patience the answers will come to me But how can this be? This is only a hat. It just sits on my head, like my Grandmas old cat. I cannot really guess there may be some magic. Without its help, the results would be tragic. My homework all finished, my brain is so tired From all this new knowledge that I just acquired I must lay down I must take a nap I must not forget to keep on my cap I soon awakened, I felt so much smarter. I tackled more problems that got even harder. It worked with my Math I even did art. Drawing my self was my most favorite part. Wait! As I looked in the mirror I saw, My cap has been lost and I stand here in awe. But now what has happened I still feel very smart I can still solve the Math and Science and make amazing Art. Please, please tell me how can this be? I don’t understand please help me to see. Listening he appeared to be awfully proud He laughed and he said so strong and aloud, “It is not in the cap or the lone single daisy. You were tired and sleepy, that’s why you were hazy. It fell off your head whilst you took a long nap. You arrived at the answers but not with the cap.” I said, “How can this be it made me so smart? I knew all my math; I knew how to make art.” Its confidence you needed, the cap gave it to you. It just helped you remember what you already knew. Next time when you feeling all foggy and hazy, Remind yourself of that cap, with the one single daisy.”

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