There was this Apache Indian who had only one testicle, and was therefore named One Stone.
As One Stone grew older he began to detest his name, and threatened to kill any one who called him by it.
No one called him One Stone until one day a girl by the name of Blue Bird called him One Stone, He immediately grabbed her and took her into the Forrest, where he made love to her all day and all night long, until she eventually died from exhaustion.
The years went by, and no one ever called him One Stone, until a young girl who was called Yellow Bird and was a cousin of Blue Bird, returned to the tribe having been away for a few years, saw him and hugged him and called him One Stone.
One Stone grabbed her and took her to the Forrest, where he made love to her all day long, all night and into the next day and night, but he couldn't kill her.
The moral of this story is
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.You can't kill two birds with One Stone