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 is 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 big bump in the road & 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.
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 & the moral to this
story is, "don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Sarah. Ricky, 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 & 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
till 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 Hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."
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