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 There once was a Red Indian whose given name  was "Onestone". So
 named because he had only one testicle. 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
 for manyyears.

 Yellow Bird, who was Blue  Birds 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
 wouldnt die!
 What is the moral of this story??............................
 OH, come on..take a guess!
 Think about it.
 (Youre going to love this!)
 And the moral is
 ...You cant kill two birds with one stone