Goldberg Posted December 4, 2006 Report Share Posted December 4, 2006 There once was a Red Indian whose given name was "Onestone". Sonamed because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and askedeveryone 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 gotaroundand nobody called him that any more.Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Goodmorning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into theforest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love toher all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he woulddo. Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until awoman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away formanyyears.Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she sawOnestone. She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone."Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he madelove to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to herall the next day, made love to her all the next night, but YellowBird wouldn't die!What is the moral of this story?????..OH, come on...take a guess!Think about itAnd the moral is...You can't kill two birds with one stone!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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