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."

Moral

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. “Now, Lucy?”

“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. Johnny, do you have a story to share?”

“Yes, ma’am, my daddy told me this story about my uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a Green Beret in Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. He drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete till the blade broke and then he killed the last ten with his bare hands.”

“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”

“Don’t fuck with Uncle Bob when he’s been drinking.”

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