The 98 year old Mother Superior was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last hours comfortable.
They gave her some warm milk to drink but she refused. Then 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 drank the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked, "please give us some wisdom before
you leave us."
She raised herself up in bed and with a pious look on her face said, "Don't sell that cow!"
They gave her some warm milk to drink but she refused. Then 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 drank the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked, "please give us some wisdom before
you leave us."
She raised herself up in bed and with a pious look on her face said, "Don't sell that cow!"