
The word got around and nobody called him that anymore. 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 call him by his given name until a woman named yellow Bird returned to the village after being away.
Yellow Bird, who was Blue Birds 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 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!
The moral is… you can`t kill two birds with one stone!
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