Monday, May 08, 2006

Who owns the fish?

There are five houses in a row and in five different colors.
In each house lives a person from a different country.
Each person drinks a certain drink, smokes a certain cigar and keeps a certain pet.
No two people drink the same drink, smoke the same cigar or keep the same pet.

* the Brit lives in a red house.
* The Swede keeps dogs.
* The Dane drinks tea.
* The green house is on the left of the white house.
* The green house owner drinks coffee.
* The person who smokes pall mall rears birds.
* The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
* The man living in the house right in the centre drinks milk.
* The Norwegian lives in the first house.
* The man who smokes blends lives next to the man who keeps cats.
* The man who keeps horses lives next to the one who smokes Dunhill.
* The man who smokes Bluemaster drinks beer.
* The German smokes Prince.
* The Norwegian lives next door to the blue house.
* The man who smokes blend has a neighbor who drinks water.

So, who owns the fish?

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this a trick question?

7:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the german

7:53 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

I love these things. I hope their names begin with the letters A, B, C, D, and E, too.

5:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm fairly sure it's the German unless my workings have gone awry somewhere. If it is the German, he keeps it in his green house and he may or may not share his coffee with it. What do I win (apart from a great way to avoid work all afternoon).

5:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I got the German, so big cash prizes to Stav & Red. Just send an SAE and a small management fee of £10,000 to OMR to recieve your reward...

12:48 PM  
Blogger mal said...

OK....it must be because I am a dense american...I am totally clueless why its the Kraut

2:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Carl

Carl is morbidly obese, he is ginger and he has never met his dad.
A real winner.

He is unsocialised and angry, and yet weirdly he is desperate to please. He has an incendiary temper because no one has ever said ‘no’ to him, and meant it and no one has explained to him the concept of effort before reward.

He barely moves, except when he loses his temper, at which point he will tell me, loudly and in so many Anglo Saxon words, what I can do with my class, and any ideas I might have about trying to teach him. And then runs, no sorry, he trundles, out of class.

Into the arms of the Inclusion Officer. Where he gets a chat and a cup of tea. And spends the rest of the day colouring in dot-to-dot pictures and doing errands.
Carl is fifteen years old.
In a year he will be looking for paid employment.

A couple of years ago Carl was in my class, showing pictures of his latest 'dad' to his friends. One of them took a good look at the picture and said, knowledgeably, 'Yeah, we've had him. And he's crap.'

Carl's mum is unavailable to contact by phone but, the last time I checked, her contact email address was something along the lines of Hot&sexykittens@hotmail.com
He must be so proud.

12:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Never mind who owns the fish, this is the real question:

Who is the Englishman, who lives in the big house, who has a tortoise, who doesn't smoke at all, who drinks Hobson's and who's supposed to be eating worms?

Aahh, an easy one...

7:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh god the prize is not worms, is it?

And by worms I do mean the common garden variety and not the common bottom type.

Nice pond by the way.

1:30 PM  
Blogger Old Man Rich said...

Anon1 - Fortunately fat Carl will probably die young af heart disease, so dont wast to much time bothering to educate him.

Mallory - no comment.

Uncrowned - its iminent.

Anon2 - bottom worms? No, I dont want to know.

5:22 PM  

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