The Moral Of The Story Is...

I heard about a teacher who gave her six grade class an assignment. They were to get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end.

The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories in class.

"Billy, do you have a story to share?", the teacher asked.

"Yes, ma'am, my daddy told a story about my Aunt Carol. Aunt Carol was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small can of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey 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, 'till the blade broke and then she killed the last one with her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What kind of moral did your daddy teach you from that story?"

"Stay away from Aunt Carol when she's been drinking."