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 pickup when we hit a big bump 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.
Next little Sarah said, "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 before they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Sarah."
"Michael, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Karen.
Aunt Karen was a flight engineer inDesert Storm 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 whiskey 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
till 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 Hell away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking."
