Pipkin
THE PILE FINDS THE ODDS
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Pipkin is a tiny brown mouse with bright button eyes and quick, tidy paws. He is a collector. Whatever comes out of Cratey's crates, Pipkin gathers it up and sorts it into little heaps - reds here, blues there, and the rare gold in a tiny heap all its own.
The first time Pipkin opens a crate, anything can happen. "A blue!" he squeaks, surprised. He opens again. "Another blue! And now a red. And - oh! - a gold, so soon?" One open is a jumpy little surprise. You truly cannot know what one open will bring.
But Pipkin does not open just once. He opens, and opens, and opens some more, sorting each thing onto its heap, patient and steady. And slowly, as his pile grows and grows, something calm and wonderful happens.
The pile starts to match the lid.
The crate lid showed lots of red dots and only a whisper of gold. And sure enough - after MANY opens - Pipkin's red heap is tall and wide, his blue heap is smaller, and his gold heap is just a few tiny sparkles. His growing pile has settled onto the very chances Cratey painted on the lid.
A young vole watches, amazed. "Pipkin! At the start it was all jumbly. Now your piles look just like the lid!"
Pipkin nods his little head, whiskers twitching. "That is the secret of the pile," he says softly. "One open, who knows! But open lots and LOTS, and the surprises even out, and the pile drifts right onto the odds. The more I open, the closer it gets."
That is Pipkin's whole steady idea.
One open is a surprise - but the more you open, the closer your pile settles onto the chances.
A grown-up can play too! Take Cratey's box (say four red blocks and one gold). Draw the chances on the lid - four red dots, one gold. Now open again and again, ALWAYS putting the block back each time, and sort what you pull into growing heaps. At first it will be jumpy. But keep going - twenty times, thirty - and watch the heaps settle: a big red heap, a tiny gold one, just like the lid. The pile finds the odds.
When Pipkin looks at his settled heaps, matching the lid so neatly, he feels a warm, tidy calm spread from his nose to his tail - the cozy gladness of a jumble that finally makes sense. "See?" he squeaks happily. "Patience makes the picture clear. One open jumps around. A big pile finds the truth."
And he tucks in beside his neat little heaps, content, ready to open a few more.
Reading together with a grown-up? A card for the grown-up
For the grown-up: ask one question, then wait. When they answer, add one word to what they said. Tap the button when they have said something — that is one turn each, a circle. Nothing is recorded or kept.
Let them finish it
Say “Pipkin says: one open, who knows - but LOTS of opens, and …” and stop. Let them finish it.
Now wait. Count slowly to five in your head. Their answer is worth the quiet.
Circles together: 0
The CratePals ensemble
Pipkin is one of the friends in CratePals. Each friend shows you one idea by how they act; meet them all and you have the whole subject.
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Cratey
Honest odds on the lid - Cratey the hamster, the stall-keeper whose every crate shows its chances painted plainly on the top, out in the open, so you always know before you open
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Oddo
Read the chance first - Oddo the owl, who reads how likely each prize is before you open: lots of dots means likely, a lonely dot means it hardly ever comes
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Rara
Rare means seldom, not better - Rara the magpie, who chases the shiny 'rare' crate, learns it comes only once in a long while, and that the sure everyday prize is just as good
