The teacher gave an assignmentto her fifth grade class :Get their parents to tell them astory with a moral at the end ofit.The next day, the kids came backand, one by one, began to telltheir stories.There were all the regular typesof stuff: spilled milk and penniessaved.But then the teacher realized thatonly Janie was left."Janie, do you have a story toshare?'''Yes ma'am. My daddy told me astory about my Mommy. She wasa Marine pilot in Desert Storm,and her plane got hit. She had tobail out over enemy territory, andall she had was a flask ofwhiskey, a pistol, and a survivalknife. She drank the whiskey onthe way down so the bottlewouldn't break, and then herparachute landed her right in themiddle of 20 Iraqi troops.She shot 15 of them with thepistol, until she ran out of bullets,killed four more with the knife,till the blade broke, and then shekilled the last Iraqi with her barehands.''Good Heavens,' said thehorrified teacher. 'What did yourDaddy tell you was the moral tothis horrible story?"Stay away from Mommy whenshe's drunk."