When the wise old Mother Superior in one distant sub-urban
town was dying, the nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her
comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then
one nun 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 Superior drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it,
she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop. "Mother," the
nuns pleaded, "Please give us, some words of wisdom before you die."
She raised herself up in bed, and with a pious look on her face she said,
"Don't sell that cow."
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