Moral

The teacher gave his fifth-grade class assignment: get their parents to tell them a story moral at the end of it. Children came back and one at a time, with a friendly alarm call the next began to tell their stories.

Kathy said, "My father's farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. Once we were taking our market basket of eggs retrieval front seat when we hit the road with bump, and all the eggs went flying and broke it, and bring into force the mess. "

"And what is the story of the moral?" asked the teacher.

"Don't put all eggs in one basket!"

"Very good", said the teacher. "Now, Lucy?"

"Our family are farmers. But we raise the chickens meat on the market. We had a dozen eggs at one time, but once they hatched we live day-old chicks other than of only ten. "And of the morale of the story is, don't count your chickens until you have hatched."

"It was a wonderful story of Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share? "

"Yes, Ms., my father told me the story of my Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob had a green Beretin in Vietnam and his helicopter was hit. He had a crash in the territory of the country, and he was an enemy was the Whiskey, the machine gun and ancient weapons of the bottle. He drank how whisky in such a way that it does not break, and then he landed right in the middle of the 100 enemy. He killed the seventy of the machine gun with until he has ran out of bullets, then he killed the 23rd with more ancient weapons before the blade broke and then he dies with the last ten naked hands. "

"Good heavens," said horrified teacher "what type of moral your father tell the story of that terrible?"

"Do not fuck with Uncle Bob when she drinking."