Pamela
02-10-2007, 12:34 AM
AUNT SHIRLEY
A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds 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.
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 went flying
and broke and made a mess."
What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your
eggs in one basket!", Ashley said. "Very good," the teacher replied.
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 you r chic kens before they're hatched'.
"That was a fine story, Sarah", said the teacher.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunt Shirley.
Aunt Shirley 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 whisky,
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 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 HELL away from Aunt Shirley when she's been drinking."
(another Mom sent e-mail)
A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds 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.
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 went flying
and broke and made a mess."
What's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher. "Don't put all your
eggs in one basket!", Ashley said. "Very good," the teacher replied.
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 you r chic kens before they're hatched'.
"That was a fine story, Sarah", said the teacher.
"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunt Shirley.
Aunt Shirley 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 whisky,
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 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 HELL away from Aunt Shirley when she's been drinking."
(another Mom sent e-mail)