And the moral of the story is . .

03 April 2006, 05:33

22WRF

There once was a 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 all him by his given name until a woman
named Yellow Bird returned to the village after
being away for many
years.
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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!

And the moral of this story is ............................