I am a fruit. If you had two of me, I would sound just the same. If you rearrange my letters, it could be a crime. Add me to a montage and I can become a different fruit. Remove my head and you can still listen; take away the end and I can still be eaten. Without a piece of the center, I am still a word; take away all
of the middle and I am just an acronym. What am I?
A hundred stones are placed, in a straight line, a yard distant from each other. How many yards must a person walk, who undertakes to pick them up, and place them in a basket stationed one yard from the first stone?
To collect the stones, the person must walk 1 yard to pick up the first stone, and then they had to double the distance each time - 2 yards, 4 yards, 8 yards etc.
To find the answer we multiply 202 by 50 = 10,100 yards.