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.
Next little Lucy raised a 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 until they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Lucy.
Adam, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am! My daddy told me this story about my Aunt Marge. She was a
flight engineer during 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.
So .. 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 70 of them
with the machine gun until it ran out of bullets! Then she killed 20 more
with the machete till the blade broke; then she killed the last 10 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 heck away from Aunt Marge when she's been drinking."
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.
Next little Lucy raised a 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 until they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Lucy.
Adam, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am! My daddy told me this story about my Aunt Marge. She was a
flight engineer during 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.
So .. 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 70 of them
with the machine gun until it ran out of bullets! Then she killed 20 more
with the machete till the blade broke; then she killed the last 10 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 heck away from Aunt Marge when she's been drinking."
