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| A teacher asked her class to think of a story which would be concluded with a moral. The next day, she asked for the stories. Little Suzie said, 'My dad owns a farm. Every Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the truck and drive into town to sell them in the market.' 'Well, one Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the road.' 'And the moral is, Don't keep all your eggs in one basket.' 'Little Lucy went next. 'My dad owns a farm too. Every weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last week, only 8 of the 12 eggs hatched.' 'And the moral is Don't count your chickens before they're hatched.' Next came little Charlie. He said, 'My Uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam war and his plane was shot down over enemy territory.' 'He jumped before the crash, but could take only a bottle of scotch, a machine gun and a machete.' 'On the way down, he drank the scotch. He landed in the middle of 100 Vietnamese soldiers.' He shot 70 with his machine gun, but ran out of bullets, so he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more. Then the blade broke, so he killed the last ten with his bare hands.' The teacher was a little shocked, but asked what the moral could be. Charlie said, 'Don't screw with Uncle Ted when he's been drinking.' |
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