One of my clients runs a food education program in local schools to teach kids about where food comes from, how it gets to them and the benefits of eating locally. I was talking with their program coordinator and he passed on that he sometimes got funny answers to his written questionnaire. His favorite was:
Question: "Where do you think food comes from?"
Answer: "Pants"
Either the kid left out an "L" in his answer or he has a unique view on how things work.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.