THERE ONCE WAS AN INDIAN WHOSES GIVEN NAME WAS "ONESTONE". SO NAMED BECAUSE HE HAD ONLY ONE TESTICLE. HE HATED THAT NAME AND ASK EVERYONE NOT TO CALL HIM ONESTONE. AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF TORMENT, ONESTONE FINALY CRACKED AND SAID, " IF ANYONE CALLS ME ONESTONE AGAIN I WILL KILL THEM.
THE WORD GOT AROUND AND NOBODYCALLED HIM THAT ANYMORE. THEN ONE DAY A YOUNG WOMEN 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 BLUEBIRD DIED FROM EXHAUSTION.
THE WORD GOT AROUND THAT ONESTONE MEANT WHAT HE SAID. YEARS WENT BY AND NO ONE DARED CALL HIM BY HIS GIVEN NAME UNTIL A WOMEN NAMED YELLOW BIRD RETURNED TO THE VILLAGE AFTER BEING AWAY FOR MANY YEARS.
YELLOW BIRD, WHO WAS BLUE BIRDS 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 MADE LOVE TO HER ALL DAY AND NIGHT, MADE LOVE TO HER ALL THE NEXT DAY AND NIGHT, BUT YELLOW BIRD WOULD NOT DIE!
WHATS THE MORAL OF THIS STORY
?........................ OH, COME ON............. TAKE A QUESS !.
THINK ABOUT IT..................... AND THE MORAL IS....................................... YOU CAN'T KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONESTONE.
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