And the Moral Is...
And the Moral
Is...
A teacher told her young class to ask their
parents for a family story with a moral at the end of it, and to return the next
day to tell their stories.
In the classroom the next day, Joe told
his story first, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One day we were
taking lots of eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the truck when we
hit a big bump in the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the eggs broke.
The moral of the story is not to put all your eggs in one
basket."
"Very good," said the teacher.
Next, Mary
said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty eggs waiting to hatch, but when they
did we only got ten chicks. The moral of this story is not to count your
chickens before they're hatched."
"Excellent!" said the teacher
again, very pleased with the response so far.
Next it was Barney's
turn to tell his story: "My dad told me this story about my Aunt Karen ... Aunt
Karen was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got hit. She had to bail
out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun
and a machete."
"Go on," said the teacher,
intrigued.
"Aunt Karen drank the whisky on the way down to prepare
herself; then she landed right in the middle of a hundred enemy
soldiers.
She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she
ran out of bullets. 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
did your father say was the moral of that frightening story?"
"Stay
away from Aunt Karen when she's drunk."
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