((Embers lonely. =P))
-Jack-
I kept my eyes on the teacher, not that i needed to, i already knew this topic, but oh well.
-Ember-
I sat down outside on the grass, listening to the teacher as he riddled us. The sun felt warm on my fce and i smiled slightly. I was jolted back to reality by the teacher, who had called on me for the answer to the riddle. Ithought over the words carefully. "A rich man had two identical sons. They never had to work for anything until their father died. When his will was being read he stated, 'I leave my two sports cars to my sons. As thay know, these cars are identicle in everyway except color. In order to earn the rest of the estate, my sons must participate in a race, three laps around the estate in the cars i have given them. The son whos car crosses the finish line last wins the estate. It must be a proper race, with each participant wanting to cross first. If my sons can not accomplish this, then the estate shall be given to the tax collector.' The sons were worried, how could they accomplish such a feat? I smiled as the answer came to me, "Both sons will drive the others car. That way, they will both want to win, because it would mean the car they inherited, the one that their sibling is driving, would cross last." The teacher nodded in approval and continued with another riddle.