Hab ich grad auf Eatatau gefunden. Da er "irgendwas hat" und ab Mittwoch wieder weg ist,, will ich ihn so zur freude aller konservieren (oder so in der Art). Also:
The Scholar Abbot in the Schola Progenium gave his fifth grade class an assignment: tell a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Corvius said, "My father was a farmer on Acheron VII and we had a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the coach when we hit a bump in the road and the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess."
"And what's the moral of the story?" asked the Scholar Abbot.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"
"Very good," said the teacher. "Now, Jorun. Tell us your story."
"MY family where farmers too. But we raised grox' for the meat market. We had a dozen grox.eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live grox. And the moral to this story is, don't count your grox before they're hatched."
"That's a fine story Jorun," he continued. "Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes sir, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle, Veteran Sargent Bob. Uncle Bob was a Space Marine of the Space Wolves in the 3rd War for Armageddon and his Thunderhawk got hit. He had to crash land in hostile ork territory and all he had was a bottle of fenrisian ale, a bolter and a chainsword. He drank the fenrisian ale on the way down so it wouldn't break and then he landed right in the middle of 300 enemy troops. He killed two hundred in the crash, seventy with the bolter until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with with the chainsword till the blade broke and then kill the last ten with his bare hands."
"Emperor's Throne," said the Scholar Abbot, "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
"Don't piss off Uncle Bob when he's been drinking."
The Scholar Abbot in the Schola Progenium gave his fifth grade class an assignment: tell a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Corvius said, "My father was a farmer on Acheron VII and we had a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the coach when we hit a bump in the road and the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess."
"And what's the moral of the story?" asked the Scholar Abbot.
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"
"Very good," said the teacher. "Now, Jorun. Tell us your story."
"MY family where farmers too. But we raised grox' for the meat market. We had a dozen grox.eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live grox. And the moral to this story is, don't count your grox before they're hatched."
"That's a fine story Jorun," he continued. "Johnny, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes sir, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle, Veteran Sargent Bob. Uncle Bob was a Space Marine of the Space Wolves in the 3rd War for Armageddon and his Thunderhawk got hit. He had to crash land in hostile ork territory and all he had was a bottle of fenrisian ale, a bolter and a chainsword. He drank the fenrisian ale on the way down so it wouldn't break and then he landed right in the middle of 300 enemy troops. He killed two hundred in the crash, seventy with the bolter until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with with the chainsword till the blade broke and then kill the last ten with his bare hands."
"Emperor's Throne," said the Scholar Abbot, "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?"
"Don't piss off Uncle Bob when he's been drinking."
