The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: get their parents to tell
them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and
one by one began to tell their stories.
Kathy said …
“My father’s
a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs
to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the
road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess.”
“And what’s
the moral of the story?”
… Asked the
teacher …
“Don’t put
all your eggs in one basket!”
“Very good.”
… Said the
teacher …
“Now, Lucy?”
“Our family
are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs
one time, but when they hatched we only had ten live chicks. And the moral to
this story is, don’t count your chickens until they’re hatched.”
“That was a
fine story Lucy. Johnny do you have a story to share?”
“Yes, ma’am,
my daddy told me this story about my uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a Navy Seal in
Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in enemy territory and
all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. He drank the
whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then he landed right in the
middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun
until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete till
the blade broke and then he killed the last ten with his bare hands.”
“Good
heavens!”
… Said the
horrified teacher …
”What kind
of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”
“Don’t fuck
with Uncle Bob when he’s been drinking.”
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