“See,” Schwarz Tauptinker said, staring down at the poured out candy on the table, “there should be equal amounts of red ones, blue ones, green ones, and white ones. This is just unfair.”
Mr. Magi raised an eyebrow. (Maybe it was both of them.) “Unfair? How can it be unfair?”
“Well,” Schwarz explained, “there’s way more white ones than red ones. Chickit! That means the red ones aren’t righteously represented.”
“Righteously represented?” Mr. Magi seemed even more confused.
Schwarz nodded. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Smiles Riot, who was standing about, spoke up, “This sounds like a math problem from grade school.”
“Both of you are looking at this the wrong way.” Mr. Magi waved one hand about. “It’s not about fairness or being righteously represented. No, it’s about chance. Do you suppose each bag of candy is packed by hand?”
Schwarz and Smiles answered at the same time: “Yes.”
Mr. Magi sighed. “I bet you anything a machine does the packaging.”
Schwarz shrugged. “I just need more diversity in my candy.”
“And I’d like it to go away so I can stop thinking about math problems,” Smiles added.
Mr. Magi put on his top hat and picked up his cane. “I suggest you both get some rest.”
And he left.