The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

The next day the kids came back and, when called upon, one by one began to tell their stories.

“Johnny, do you have a story to share?”

“Yes ma’am. My daddy told me a story about his sister, my very favorite Aunt Karen. She was really brave! She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was: a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife.

“So, on the way down she drank the whiskey so it wouldn’t break and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.

“She shot fifteen of them with her gun, until she ran out of bullets; killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke; and then she killed the last one with her bare hands!”

“Good Heavens!” cried the horrified teacher. “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?”

Johnny said, “Stay away the %#@*! from Aunt Karen when she’s been drinking.”