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For a presentation, the kids in Billy's class had to go home and find a family story to tell that teaches a valuable lesson.
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| My dad owns a farm and on Sundays we load the chicken eggs on the truck and drive into town to sell them. One Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the road. | |
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| And the moral is...don't put all your eggs in one basket. | |
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Next up was Suzie. And then Billy went up.
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| Well my dad owns a farm too, and on the weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last week only 8 of the 12 eggs hatched. The moral is don't count your chicks before they hatch. | |
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| ''My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam War. His plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed, with only a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the way down he drank | |
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| the case of beer. Unfortunately, he landed right in the middle of 100 North Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun, but ran out of bullets so he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more | |
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| The blade broke on his machete, so he killed the last 10 with his bare hands. Oh yeah? A moral? Don't fuck with Uncle Ted when he's drunk. | |
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