In front of the elevator’s control panels were 6 cushioned seats. They were fancy, black leather and they had buttons on the arm rests.
The students, as if by magic (or maybe because the seats looked so comfortable) were drawn to the seats. First Hannah, then David, then Greg and Justin and then Serena.
David asked, “I wonder if we can figure out how to drive this thing,” but before anyone could answer, the students heard a very strange thing indeed. They heard a poem in their ears through some speakers that were attached to the seats. It wasn’t a love poem; actually it wasn’t even a nice poem. Truthfully, it was a downright mean poem. It was an evil voice speaking, and the poem went a little bit like this:
To the center of earth, you will fall,
There’s nothing to stop you, nothing at all…
I control your sinking ship,
I suggest you sit back,
Enjoy the trip…
And when I have you all down here,
You’ll all live, all that you fear,
You’ll mostly do math, all day and all night,
You’ll solve problems from darkness, until morning light!
There’ll be math instead of supper or lunch,
Addition for dinner, subtraction for brunch,
Place value problems, instead of gooey-good pie,
Evens and odds instead of chicken will fry.
It won’t matter which buttons,
You students might press,
‘Mathematical Bad News’ is your newest address…
The students just heard sinister laughing after that..
“I’m so scared,” screamed Mr. R.! As a matter of fact he was 4 x 4 times as scared as anyone had ever been scared before!
How many more times scared was he?
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