>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.
>One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of
>the car when we hit a big bump in the road and 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 Sarah 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 Sarah." said the teacher. Michael, do you have a
>story to share?" asked the teacher.
>"Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sharon. Aunty Sharon was
>a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War 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 whisky 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 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 $&^O* away from Aunty Sharon when she's been drinking."

 

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