On Tuesday at the end of the day, Miss Andrews said that their homework was to go home and think of a story with a moral in it. The following day, Miss Andrews asked her class to go through the register and tell the whole class, aloud their stories. Suzy Allen went first. "My dad owns a farm and every Sunday we load the eggs in the back of the truck to take to the town market and sell. Well, one Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out and cracked onto the road. The moral is, don't put all your eggs in one basket, and remember to shut the lid down on the baskets.
Lucy Chilly went next. "So as some of you may know, me and Suzy are step sisters. We both live on the same farm but we help do different things. So every Monday after the eggs are sold we put the same amount of eggs that are sold into the incubator. One day we put twelve eggs in. But only eight of them hatched into baby chickens. The moral is don't count your eggs before they hatch." Five more people went. Next, it was Little Johnny Granger's turn. "My Uncle Ted fought in the 🇻🇳Vietnam🇻🇳 war, and his plane was shot down over enemy territory." The whole class gasped. "He grabbed the emergency bag he packed, which held a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. He opened his parachute and drank the whole case of beer before he landed. Unfortunately, he landed circle in the middle of one hundred Vietnamese soldiers!" The class gave a bigger gasp. "He shot seventy with his machine gun, but then he ran out of bullets! He killed twenty more with his machete, but then the blade got blunt and broke off. So he killed the last ten with his bare hands!" Miss Andrews, the teacher, looked a little shocked. After clearing her throat, she asked what possibly could be a moral to this story? "Well..." Johnny started to reply.
"Don't fuck with a Uncle Ted when he has been drinking!!!"
