One Stone

There once was a Red Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was ‘One Stone’.

He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him One Stone.

After years and years of torment, One Stone finally cracked and said,’

If anyone calls me One Stone 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, One-Stone!.’

He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and night.

He made love to her all day the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.

The word got around that One Stone 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 One Stone.

She hugged him and said, ‘Good to see you, One Stone.’

Onestone was enraged by his name being called. He grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, 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!

Why ???

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Because

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You can’t kill two birds with One Stone.

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