He had to write down a story from one of his patents, that had a moral to it.
The next morning the teacher asked if anyone would like to share their story.
A little girl sitting in the first row eagerly waved her hand. “Ok, Sarah, let’s hear your story," the teacher said. “Well,” Sarah began, “my family raises chickens, and one time our chickens laid 6 eggs, but when they hatched we only got 5 chicks.”
“And what was the moral to that story?” asked the teacher. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” Sarah answered.
“Very good,” said the teacher. “Who else would like to share their story?”
A small boy in the back raised his hand and the teacher called on him. “My family raises chickens too,” said the boy, “but we raise them for their eggs. One day we gathered all of our eggs in a basket and put them in the back of the truck to take them to market. On the way the truck hit a bump and all the eggs fell out and broke!”
“And what was the moral log the story?” asked the teacher.
“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!” said the boy. “Wonderful,” said the teacher. “We have room for one more story. Who has a good one?”
Little Johnny was the only one to raise his hand so the teacher said, “OK Johnny, tell us your story.”
Johnny began, “My dad told me a story about my aunt Becky, who was a pilot in the Air Force. One day she was flying over enemy territory when her plane was shot down, and all she had in the plane was a machine gun, a machete, and a bottle of whiskey. So she drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t go to waste and when she landed there were 100 enemy soldiers waiting for her. She killed the first 80 with the machine gun before she ran out of ammo, then she killed 10 with the machete before the blade broke off, then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.” The teacher was appalled and stammered, “W-well what was the moral of that story?”
“Stay the hell away from Aunt Becky when she’s been drinking!”