Lemon Pie

Lemon Pie.                                                                 Bruce Williams.

A Measurement Story

I went next door to see old Mrs. Mac. to see what that beautiful smell was coming out of her kitchen window.

Old Mrs. Mac loved to cook. Sometimes we would sit down and talk while she shared some of her delicious home made pies.

This time on her table was a lovely Lemon Pie.

It was so nice I wanted to make a Lemon Pie of my own to share with my family.

I asked Mrs. Mac. what I would need to make my very own Lemon Pie.

“The first thing you will need is a bag.” Said Mrs. Mac.

“A bag?” I replied, “I can do that.”

“How big does it need to be?”

Mrs. Mac. Said “Oh, just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.”

 

I went home to find a bag that was just 10, no bigger, no smaller, just 10.

Mom had a bag that was 10 inches wide. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 inches” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

Sis had a bag that was 10 centimeters high. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 centimeters” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

Aunty had a bag that weighed 10 ounces. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 ounces” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

Dad had a bag that weighed exactly 10 pounds. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 pounds” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

Grandma had a bag that held 10 cups. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 cups” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

My brother had a bag that held 10 pints. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

“That will be perfect” I said.

I took it back over to Mrs. Mac. And showed her the bag.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean 10 pints” said Mrs. Mac.

“Sorry” I said, and went home to find another bag that was just 10. No bigger, no smaller, just 10.

 

But I couldn’t find one. If it wasn’t 10 inches, 10 centimeters, 10 ounces, 10 pounds, 10 cups or 10 pints, what could it be?

There were no more bags in the house, just an old paper bag, so I took that over to old Mrs. Macs.

“This is the last bag in the house” I said.

“Its perfect” said Mrs. Mac. It is exactly 10, and put 10 lemons into the bag.

“Now follow this recipe and you can make your very own Lemon Pie.”

 

And it was delicious.

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