The teacher was telling the kids

The teacher was telling the kids about the birds and the bees. She explained that, “When a man and a woman meet and fall in love, nine months later.

The stork usually brings them a little baby from its nest. ”Little Johnny — at the back of the class — put his hand up and asks the teacher, “Are you sure about the stork, miss? “I think you’re getting your birds mixed up. “My big sister just got a little baby and she said it came from a black pecker at the beach!”

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