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Learning About Morals

A teacher gave her class of 10 year olds an assignment: "To ask their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it."

The next day, the kids came back to school and one by one, began to tell their stories.

Ashley said, "My father's a farmer and we have lots 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, "My father's a farmers too, and we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got nine live chicks."

"So, what was the moral to this story?" asked the teacher.
"Don't count your chickens until they're hatched."
"That was a fine story Sarah," said the teacher."

"Jimmy, 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 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 whisky, a machine gun and a dagger. She drank the whole bottle of whisky on the way down so it wouldn't break, and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She dispatched 70 with the machine gun until she ran out of ammo. Then finished off 20 more with her knife until the blade broke. Then she did the last 10 with just her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "And what was the moral of that horrible story?"

"Stay the f**k away from Aunty Sharon when she's been drinking," replied little Jimmy."