A teacher told her young class to ask their parents for a family story with a moral at the end of it, and to return the next day to tell their stories.
In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example first, “My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump in the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the eggs broke. The moral of the story is not to put all your eggs in one basket.”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Next, Mary said, “We are farmers too. We had 20 eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got 10 chicks. The moral of this story is not to count your chickens before they’re hatched.”
“Very good,” said the teacher again, pleased with the responses so far.
Next it was Dave’s turn to tell his story: “My dad told me this story about my Aunt Judy … Aunt Judy was a flight engineer in the war 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.”
“Go on,” said the teacher, intrigued.
“Aunt Judy drank the whiskey on the way down to prepare herself. Then she landed right in the middle of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed 70 of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed 20 more with the machete ’til the blade broke. And then she killed the last 10 with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher. “What did your father say was the moral of that frightening story?”
“Stay away from Aunt Judy when she’s been drinking…”