His choices are a physicist, a mathematician, and an engineer. His test is simple: Whoever can determine the volume of a red rubber ball will be the new chief advisor, provided his explanation makes sense to the king, and that the king can trust the calculation.
The physicist goes firs...
The reason that men can read maps better than women...
They intuitively understand that one inch equals a mile
Tom Swift's best moments.
"German sausage jokes are the wurst," Tom said frankly.
"I got cut in half," Tom said intuitively.
"I will never read Shakespeare," Tom said unwillingly.
"I lost my legs right under the ankles," Tom said defeatedly.
"Who turned out the lights?" Tom asked dimly.