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 frontseat;
which bounced off 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 his Uncle Stu. Uncle Stu
was a gun boat pilot in Vietnam and his boat got hit. He had to swim to
an enemy island and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun
and a machete. He drank the whiskey before going overboard. He came
ashore right in the middle of 100 VC/NVA. He killed seventy of them with
the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more
with the machete 'til 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 mess with Uncle Stu when he's been drinking."
GO DAWGS!!
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 frontseat;
which bounced off 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 his Uncle Stu. Uncle Stu
was a gun boat pilot in Vietnam and his boat got hit. He had to swim to
an enemy island and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun
and a machete. He drank the whiskey before going overboard. He came
ashore right in the middle of 100 VC/NVA. He killed seventy of them with
the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more
with the machete 'til 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 mess with Uncle Stu when he's been drinking."
GO DAWGS!!