So, the professor went to take a quiz one day of little importance.
I’m still not exactly sure what the quiz was for, you know. But it was an interest of a quiz.
The professor is quite embarrassed to say that, of the three questions on the quiz, I got all of them wrong.
I sat down to the quiz rather good-natured, and got up with an angry vengeance that was only kept in check by the police station next door.
This was the first question on the quiz (they were multiple choice):
1. What is a velocipede?
a) a bicycle
b) a flying dinosaur
c) a speedboat
d) a racing car
Now the obvious answer was b: a flying dinosaur. The professor even fancied I’ve heard of that Velocipede before. But I was wrong, you see. The answer was, in fact, a: a bicycle.
We’ll count that one as quite right in the professorish book.
This was the second question:
2. Aside from the kitchen, where would you find an apron?
a) an airfield
b) a lumber mill
c) an orchestra
d) a cathedral
Personally, I’m surprised they found one in the kitchen. This was an unfair question from the beginning, and I lost the will to fight as soon as I saw the last word: apron. I didn’t answer. The answer was a: an airfield. And of course I didn’t know this.
The last question:
3. What is a male moose?
a) a stag
b) a buck
c) a ram
d) a bull
I was stumped. You see, I’ve called a moose every one of those names at some point or another in my career–except a bull. Which couldn’t possibly be it. But that was the answer.
Not a fair test, was it?