Another moralistic tale.
There once was an Apache Indian whose given name
was "Onestone". So named because he had only one
testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone not
to call him Onestone. After years and years of torment, Onestone finally
cracked and said, "If anyone calls me Onestone again
I will kill them!"
The word got around and nobody called him that any
more. Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird
forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone."
He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the
forest where he made love to her all day and all
night.
He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird
died from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant what he
promised he would do.
Years went by and no one dared call him by his given
name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the
village after being away for many years.
Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed
when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said,
"Good to see you, Onestone."
Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest,
then he made love to her all day, made love to her all
night, made love to her all the next day, made love to
her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
What is the moral of this story?????............................
OH, come on...take a guess!
Think about it .
And the moral is .
You can't kill two birds with one stone!!
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