A story to share
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.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Aunt Mary. She was a
pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy
erritory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.
She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break, and then her
parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen
of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed four more with
the knife, till the blade broke. Then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy
tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the Hell away from Aunt Mary when she's drinking."
