Mother Superior from Ireland
The 98 year-old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying. The nuns
gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey
comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink but she
refused.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen.
Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous
Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm
milk.
Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother
drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had
drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "please give us some wisdom
before you die."
She raised herself up in bed and, with a pious look on her face, said:
"Don't sell that cow!"
The 98 year-old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying. The nuns
gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey
comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink but she
refused.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen.
Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous
Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm
milk.
Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother
drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had
drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "please give us some wisdom
before you die."
She raised herself up in bed and, with a pious look on her face, said:
"Don't sell that cow!"
