It was the first day of school. The second grade teacher asked some of her students to tell the class a story of something that had happened to them over the summer break in which they learned a moral.
The first student stood up and said, "Well, I went to my father's farm, and one day we counted the eggs in the chicken coupe to see how many chicks we would get, but that night a wolf came and ate half of the eggs. The moral I learned was don't count your chickens before they're hatched."
"Very good," said the teacher.
The second student stood up and said, "Well, one day my mother sent me to the market to get some milk, and on my way home, I got beat up by the neighbour bully who spilled my milk all over the ground. I went home crying to my mother. And she said not to cry over spilled milk."
Very good," said the teacher.
The third student stood up and said, "My father told me one of his war stories, and it went like this.
He was stranded in a fox hole with only one bottle of Jack Daniels, twelve rounds of ammo, and two grenades. Well he drank the whisky, then the enemy came. He shot up twelve guys, and blew up twenty more with the hand grenades."
"Well, what moral could you have possibly have got from such a story?" asked the teacher.
"Don't mess with my dad when he's drunk."
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