A teacher is teaching a class and she sees that Johnny isn’t paying attention, so she asks him,

“If there are three ducks sitting on a fence, and you shoot one, how many are left?”

Johnny says, “None.”

The teacher asks, “Why?”

Johnny says, “Because the shot scared them all off.”

The teacher says, “No, two, but I like how you’re thinking.”

Johnny asks the teacher, “If you see three women walking out of an ice cream parlor, one is licking her ice cream, one is sucking her ice cream, and one is biting her ice cream, which one is married?”

The teacher says, “The one sucking her ice cream.”

Johnny says, “No, the one with the wedding ring, but I like how you’re thinking!”

One sunny afternoon, in a small schoolhouse tucked away in a quiet town, Mrs. Thompson was teaching her fifth-grade class. Known for her patience and wisdom, she had a knack for keeping her students engaged. Well, most of them—except Johnny, who was staring out the window, clearly daydreaming.

Mrs. Thompson decided it was time to bring Johnny back to Earth.

“Johnny,” she called out, “if there are three ducks sitting on a fence, and you shoot one, how many are left?”

Johnny blinked and tilted his head, considering the question. “None,” he replied confidently.

Mrs. Thompson raised an eyebrow. “None? Why?”

“Because the shot scared them all off,” Johnny explained, grinning.

Mrs. Thompson chuckled. “No, Johnny, the answer is two. But I like how you’re thinking.”

Not one to be outdone, Johnny decided to turn the tables. He leaned forward, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Okay, Mrs. Thompson, I have one for you.”

The class leaned in eagerly; they knew Johnny’s questions always led to something outrageous.

“If you see three women walking out of an ice cream parlor,” Johnny began, “one is licking her ice cream, one is sucking her ice cream, and one is biting her ice cream, which one is married?”

The class erupted into giggles as Mrs. Thompson blushed furiously. She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure. “Um… the one sucking her ice cream?”

Johnny shook his head with a triumphant grin. “Nope, it’s the one with the wedding ring. But I like how you’re thinking!”

The room burst into laughter, and even Mrs. Thompson couldn’t help but crack a smile. Shaking her head, she said, “Alright, Johnny, I think you’ve had enough spotlight for today.”

Johnny leaned back in his chair, basking in the laughter of his classmates. It wasn’t every day you outwitted the teacher and made the whole class laugh in the process. Mrs. Thompson might have been thinking twice about calling on him again—but secretly, she admired his quick wit.