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A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment:
"To get their parent 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.
Ashley said:
'My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying hens.
This one time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car and when we hit a big bump in the road all the eggs got broken.
'What's the moral of that story?' asked the teacher.
'Don't put all your eggs in one basket!'
'Very good,' said the teacher.
Next little Sally raised her hand and said:
'Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is,
'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'.'
'That was a fine story Sally. said the teacher,
The teacher called on Michael and asked, do you have a story to share?
He said yes,
My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sarah.
Aunty Sarah was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit so 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 the bottle 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
bullets.
Then she killed twenty more with the machete until 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 fuck away from "Aunty Sarah" when she's been drinking."
"To get their parent 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.
Ashley said:
'My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying hens.
This one time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car and when we hit a big bump in the road all the eggs got broken.
'What's the moral of that story?' asked the teacher.
'Don't put all your eggs in one basket!'
'Very good,' said the teacher.
Next little Sally raised her hand and said:
'Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is,
'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'.'
'That was a fine story Sally. said the teacher,
The teacher called on Michael and asked, do you have a story to share?
He said yes,
My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sarah.
Aunty Sarah was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit so 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 the bottle 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
bullets.
Then she killed twenty more with the machete until 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 fuck away from "Aunty Sarah" when she's been drinking."
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