A third grade teacher asked her class to come back the next day with a story that you can attach a moral to.
The next day,the first little girl went to the front. “Me and my daddy run a farm and when we went to sell our eggs the basket tipped over and we lost all our eggs. my moral:don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”
A little boy came to the front. “Me and my dad run a farm too,and only six of the twelve eggs hatched in the incubator.my morel:don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”
A second little girl came up and said: “My uncle Eddie was a fighter pilot in Vietnam, and was shot down over enemy territory. All he had floating down was a bottle of whiskey,a machine gun,and a machette. He drank the whiskey to not waste it and landed in the middle of a hundred vietnamese soldiers. He killed seventy with the machine gun,twenty with the machette before it broke,and ten with his bare hands.”
“O my god! How does that have a moral to it?”her teacher asked.
“Don’t fuck with uncle Eddie when he’s been drinkin!”