Onestone's Indian name was given to him because he had only one
testicle. After years and years of this torment Onestone 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 girl named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good
morning Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into
the forest and there he made love to her all day, he made love to her all
night, he made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from
exhaustion. The word got around that Onestone meant business. Years went by
until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after many years
away.

Yellow Bird who was Blue Bird's cousin was overjoyed when she
saw Onestone and hugged him and said, "Good to see you Onestone."
Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where 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 the story?

You can't kill two Birds with One Stone.

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N. Hodges
1994 S350
1987 300 SDL (for sale)