OneStone

There once was an Indian whose given name was "Onestone", so
named because he had only one testicle.

He hated that name and asked everyone to 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 girl 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 serious business.

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 many years. 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
screwed her all day, screwed her all night, screwed her all
the next day, screwed her all the next night... but, Yellow
Bird wouldn't die!

What is the moral of this story???

And the moral is...
You can't kill two birds with one stone!