I have despised mathematics for most of my life because it did not let me be creative, only involving cold hard facts but for one time that I was able to write a little fanciful story:
While walking along the Appalachian Trail in the autumn, you kept spotting beautiful flame-coloured leaves on the ground. You stopped and bent over 4 times after spotting many beautiful leaves and took them up in your arms; you couldn’t deny them to yourself. Because you were carrying so many leaves in your arms as you walked along the trail, you accidentally dropped 17. You noticed each time and turned your head forlornly as each leaf twirled and fluttered to the ground behind you. When you got home, you found you at least had collected 27 beautiful leaves. How many leaves do you think you must have collected each in those four times that you stopped?
You can answer if you wish.
I am waiting with great excitement for the flaming colours of autumn leaves to appear.