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Moral of the story

  • 18-10-2002 12:21pm
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    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. Ashley 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 car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the
    eggs went flying and broke and made a mess."
    "What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.
    "Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"
    "Very good," said the teacher.
    Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, "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 got ten live chicks, and the moral to
    this story is, "don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
    "That was a fine story Sarah. Michael, do you have a story to share?"
    "Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen. Aunt
    Karen was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She
    had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of
    whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way
    down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right in the middle of 100
    enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she
    ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until
    the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands."
    "Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral did
    your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
    "Stay the fúck away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."


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