The teacher gave her Fifth Grade class an assignment:
Get the parents to tell them a story, and then you the student will attach a moral at the end of it.
So the next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. There were all the regular type stuff, like spilled milk and pennies saved, and then finally the teacher realized that the last one left was the most shy student, little Johnny.
'Johnny, do you have a story to share?'Hesitantly, Johnny nodded , and approached the front of the class next to the teacher's desk.
'Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen,' Johnny began, starting off slowly,' She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit.'The teacher suddenly began to think ahead about the moral of the story: Death; Respect; Appreciation. A tinge of sadness began to slowly envelope her as Johhny began to sound more intense:'.....She realized she had to bail out over enemy territory, and we were all told later, that all she had on her besides her parachute, was a very large flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.'The teacher, as well as every student in the class, had their full utmost attention on Johnny's words,:
'She drank the entire whiskey on the way down .... 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, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.'
'Good Heavens' said the horrified teacher. 'What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?''Stay the HELL away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking.'
