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2005-12-09 03:36:56 UTC
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
got ten live chicks. And the moral to this story is, don't count your
chickens until they hatch."
"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 Aunt Karen. Aunt
Karen was a flight engineer in Desert Storm; her plane got hit. She
had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of
whiskey, a machine gun; a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way
down so it wouldn't break; 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
till the blade broke; 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?"
"Don't screw with Aunt Karen when she's been drinking!"
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
got ten live chicks. And the moral to this story is, don't count your
chickens until they hatch."
"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 Aunt Karen. Aunt
Karen was a flight engineer in Desert Storm; her plane got hit. She
had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of
whiskey, a machine gun; a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way
down so it wouldn't break; 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
till the blade broke; 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?"
"Don't screw with Aunt Karen when she's been drinking!"