"There are four birds sitting on a fence and a hunter shoots one how many are left?" The speaker was one Samuel Brown, the senior economics teacher at Hildebrandt High School. He was something of a popular teacher around the campus despite pushing into his sixties. A picture over his desk revealed that before he'd become a chiseled, elegant, dapper gentlemen he'd been a clean shaven rogue with the Royal Air Force. His boyish good looks had served him well during his youth bringing in a stream of women that supplied him with four children and four mothers to match. He still held hints of that handsome young cad. Even pushing sixty he'd managed to stay in good shape, a broad chest, strong chin and deep rumbling voice that reminded several of the girls of Sean Connery. There was a rumor that every year he picked one girl from the senior class and made her a woman. It was a running rumor of the last several years though nobody had ever managed to prove anything. Like Area 51 everybody believed the stories, they simply had no proof.
Several hands shot into the air but Sam was really only paying attention to one of them. When that hand shot into the air the melons beneath it shot up in unison before settling back into place. God that girl needs to get a bra. Sam thought as his eyes quickly pretended to scan the rest of the room. He didn't really need to pretend though, the girls were already sneering with disgust and all the guys were staring at the same thing anyway.
Her name was Stacy Lee and what race she was is anybody's guess. Most of the guys would have claimed babe if such a race existed but she would have claimed half Japanese half Hawaiian which gave her a nice natural tan, wide hips, high cheek bones with almond shaped and colored eyes and jet black hair. That day her legs were barely covered in a micro skirt that barely made school regulations and knee high socks. She loved dressing up like a school girl, she was one after all why not dress the part? Despite all that the boys rarely got past her tits to even notice that the rest of her was bordering on perfection as well. "None."
That was the answer he'd been looking for but he was a little shocked that she was the one to deliver the answer. She had quite a reputation as being more boobs than brains. With the set she had if the opposite were true her head would look like something from a science fiction movie. More to the point he'd seen how she got her homework done, batting her eyes and leaning over just enough to give a boy a glimpse of nipple was a powerful tool for a high school girl. It was even better because of the direct inverse relationship between intelligence and popularity made certain that the boys with the best answers were the same boys who couldn't pay for pussy. "I like how you think. That's right." He answered. "Do you know why that is the answer?"
There was another pause but Sam caught it this time as the boy behind her leaned forward just slightly. It would have gone unnoticed if Sam hadn't been looking for where the answer came from. "Because when you shoot one bird the others fly away. I guess the answer would be the same even if you missed the bird." She finished parroting the boy behind her.
"Do you know what this has to do with the economy?" Samuel asked glancing around the room. This time there were no hands shooting up into the air not that he'd expected many of them to be. "Well it's really quite simple. The market is kind of like the fence, it's really not any safer than any other place the birds could sit. In fact it's more dangerous than some places such as trees. They see one of their friends there and they gathered. It was a safe place until that shot was fired. We see the same thing happen in the market. When one person loses a lot of money everybody else takes their money and leaves. This is at its most basic what happened to the economy during the end of two thousand eight." A shrill bell cut his speech short. Students were quickly packing up and forcing their way out of the class's two doors. "Stacy I'd like you to stay a moment."
Stacy glanced around at the other students then lowered her head putting on her best pout as she walked to the teacher. She knew from experience that men couldn't resist a pouting woman, she'd be on her way to her next class before he even remembered what he wanted to say. "Who gave you the answers?" Sam asked.
"I thought of them all by myself." Stacy said tracing a crescent shape with her foot. Her skirt fought to stay in place with the slow deliberate motion. "See I can even come up with one of my own." Stacy grinned looking up at him.
