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 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.
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 story to share?" "Yes, ma'am,
my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Kathy. Aunt Kathy was a flight
engineer in Desert Storm 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 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 F--- away from Aunt Kathy when she's been drinking." |
