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There once was a Red Indian whose given name was "Onestone". So namedbecause 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 gotaround and 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 deepinto the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. Hemade 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 h! im by his given name until awoman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away formany years.

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 made loveto 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 Birdwouldn'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!!!