onestone

[tony tt]

There once was a Red Indian whose given name was "Onestone," so named
because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone
not
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.


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And the moral is...You can't kill two birds with one stone!!!