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, One stone finally cracked and

said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'

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 one stone!