THE INDIAN WITH ONE ********
There once was an Indian who had only one ********, and whose given name
was 'One stone'.
He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him One stone.After years and years
of torment, One stone finally cracked and said, "If anyone calls me One stone 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, One stone."
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
The word got around that One stone 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.Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird'* cousin,
was overjoyed when she saw One stone. She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, One stone."
One stone 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
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!!