Why is There a Pi Day?

A whimsical take on a day that combines pastry and math

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Fiction:
By Claire M.

 

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Once upon a time there was a snail. His name was Jerry and he loved to eat ice cream. He loved the silky sweetness that slid down his throat. Jerry’s shell was orange with red stripes and his body was gray. He lived in a cherry wood house that had red shutters and a blue door.

Out the purple back door was a small garden that had rows and rows of leafy green radish tops. You see, he loved radishes so much that he planted an entire garden of the spicy roots and leaves.

Past the garden was an orchard of orange-pink slippery peaches. Every year, on March 14, he made a steaming, hot, and delicious peach pie. Then, the orchard faded into the Spookley forest, the darkest forest around.

The red carrying ants came from Spookley forest to Jerry’s house, and told him that there were huge hungry beasts with yellow eyes waiting to eat whoever came past them. This scared the poor snail and so he never even went close to Spookley forest.

Now, to tell the truth, there weren’t any beasts, except maybe the owls at night. The only animals were squirrels, rabbits and their brethren. The trees of Spookley forest rose up higher than anything else, and had been alive for a very long time. They were redwoods, and they smelled of sweet pine.

Past the forest is the unknown land. It is what it sounds like, unknown. Once, a long time ago, a little rabbit tried to go there, but he got so frightened about what he saw, that he wouldn’t say a single word about it.

He died last year, on March 14, at 1:59.2 in the afternoon. There was a number made in his honor. It was the exact time of his death, and since he loved pies it was called Pi day. Every year, on March 14, people celebrate Pi day.

Jerry loved Pi day because it meant he could eat his peach pie. It just happened that that number could be used to find the area of a circle. Nice coincidence!

(Editor’s note: March 14th is officially recognized as Pi Day.  This story was written in honor of the celebration.  For more information, see the website of the Exploratorium, the place where Pi Day got its start.)