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. There he ravished her all day, he ravished her all night, he ravished 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 andsaid, "Good to see you Onestone." Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he ravished her all day, ravished her all night, ravished her all the next day, ravished her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
What is the moral of the story? [scroll down]
(You'll hate this!!!! Except, of course, for Andrew.)
You can't kill two birds with one stone.
