Fifth-Grade Teacher Really Regrets Asking Little Girl To Tell a Story With A Moral Ending

Teaching children is one of the noblest professions anyone can go into. Unfortunately, teachers are often not given the respect (especially in terms of pay) they deserve in our society. In my opinion, they deserve to be paid as much as college professors and some doctors. After all, in terms of value, teachers are responsible for ensuring that a nation’s citizens are educated enough to contribute to it’s greater prosperity. An uneducated population will often lead to disastrous results, not just when it comes to economics and politics, but in every facet of civilization.  And often, these hardworking teachers have their hands full with kids that give them a run for their money every day! Take the teacher in this joke, for example.

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, one by one began to tell their stories.

Susie said “We live on a farm and I was collecting eggs from the hen house one day. I gathered the eggs and put them in my basket and set off running toward the house. While running I tripped over a rock and smashed all of the eggs.”

“So what’s the moral of the story Susie?” Asked the teacher.

“Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket,” said Susie.

Next it was Billy’s turn to go.

“We also live on a farm,” said Billy. “We have incubators to help our eggs hatch. One night there was a thunderstorm and lightning knocked out the power to the incubators.”

“So what’s the moral of that story Billy?” Asked the teacher.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” said Billy.

The teacher turned to Janie. “Janie, do you have a story to share?’

“Yes ma’am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine 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.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn’t break, and then her parachute landed her right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops. She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands.

“Good Heavens,’ said the horrified teacher. ‘What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story?”

“He said don’t mess with Mommy when she’s been drinking.”

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