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 was
hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and
all she had was a bottle
of whisky, a machine gun and a machete.
She drank the whisky 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.
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 h*** away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking!!!"
