Aristia
06-Nov-2002, 09:54 AM
A 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.
One little girl began, "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 pick-up when
we hit a big bump in the
road and all the eggs went flying and
broke and made
a mess."What's the moral of the story ?"
asked the
teacher."Don't put all your eggs in one
basket"
"Very good", said the
teacher.
Another little girl 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.
The moral to this story is,
"Don't count your chickens
before they're
hatched."
"That's a fine story", said the
teacher.
A little boy at the back of the class is
waving his
arm wildly. "Yes, do you have a story to share? "
inquired the teacher."Yes ma'am, my daddy told
me
this story about my Aunt Maureen; Aunt Maureen
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 ammunition.
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*#k away from Aunt Maureen when she's
been
drinking."
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.
One little girl began, "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 pick-up when
we hit a big bump in the
road and all the eggs went flying and
broke and made
a mess."What's the moral of the story ?"
asked the
teacher."Don't put all your eggs in one
basket"
"Very good", said the
teacher.
Another little girl 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.
The moral to this story is,
"Don't count your chickens
before they're
hatched."
"That's a fine story", said the
teacher.
A little boy at the back of the class is
waving his
arm wildly. "Yes, do you have a story to share? "
inquired the teacher."Yes ma'am, my daddy told
me
this story about my Aunt Maureen; Aunt Maureen
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 ammunition.
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*#k away from Aunt Maureen when she's
been
drinking."