Peter Piper
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. At least he thought it was a peck.
Peter had spent the morning fishing peppers out of enormous barrels and putting them into baskets. Somewhere between barrel number three and lunch, he stopped counting.
So Peter asked AI. “How many pickled peppers did I pick?”
AI reviewed his inventory.
147 peppers.
Peter stared at the screen. “Where did I put them?”
Refrigerator. Lower drawer.
Peter opened the refrigerator.
There they were.
One hundred forty-seven pickled peppers.
Peter stood looking at them for a moment.
Then he asked AI the question that had bothered generations before him.
“What exactly is a peck?”