a story with a moral

The teacher gave her class 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.

“Johnny, do you have a story to share?” asked the teacher.

“Yes, Miss. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Betty. Aunty Betty was a pilot in the war with Iraq and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small flask of whisky, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whisky on the way down so it wouldn’t fall into enemy hands and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, and then when the blade broke she killed the last one with her bare hands.”

“Good heavens!” exclaimed the horrified teacher. “What kind of moral did your daddy teach you from that horrible story?”

“Stay the f**k away from Aunt Betty when she’s been drinking!.”