There once was an Indian whose given name was "Onestone." So named because he had
only one testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone 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 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
(You're going to love this!)
And the moral is: You can't kill two birds with one stone!
