THE INDIAN WITH ONE TESTICLE

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 by his given
name 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...
(You're going to love this!)

And the moral is..

You can't kill two birds with onestone!