There once was an Indian who had only one testicle,

and
whose given name was "Onestone."



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
Onestone,
that is until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to
the
village after being away. 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.




The moral is... You can't kill two birds with one
stone!!