A Grandpa is sitting on a chair, his grandson on the floor. Grandson is playing game system.

GRANDSON: Ah! My game system died!

GRANDPA: What system is that?

GRANDSON: My 10-DS... Got four screens so you can play two games, each in four-D...

GRANDPA: What are you going to do now?

GRANDSON: I don't know...

GRANDPA: How about this, why I don't I tell you-

GRANDSON: Aw, Grandpa... stop.

GRANDPA: No, no, sonny, I'm going to-

GRANDSON: I know. This is one of those episodes where you sit down and tell me old time stories that you knew as a kid, right?

GRANDPA: Yep. How'd you know?

GRANDSON: (Takes out script.) I saw the script title.

GRANDPA: Well, since you and I both know what's happening. We might as well get started. Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a wolf...

(Wolf enters.)

GRANDPA: And this wolf one day got a bone stuck in his throat.

WOLF: Hack! Cough! I have got a bone in my thwoat!

GRANDPA: So, he yelled to a nearby crane.

(Crane enters.)

WOLF: Misses cwain! Misses Cwain!

CRANE: Yes, Mr. Wolf?

WOLF: Will you please help me get this bone out of my thwoat?

GRANDPA: Now, the crane was very uncertain if this would be wise to get the bone out of the dangerous wolf's mouth, but she complied because-

CRANE: I don't know, Mr. Wolf...

WOLF: I pwomise a hefty weward if you get dis here bone out of my thwoat.

CRANE: Alrighty then...

(She goes over and pretends to take a bone from his mouth.)

GRANDPA: But then the wolf just walked off.

CRANE: Wait! Where's my reward?

WOLF: Reward! Hah! You're reward is that I didn't bite your head clean off! Now, begone with you!

(Wolf and Crane exit.)

GRANDPA: Now, there's a valuable lesson to be learned in all this. Do you know what that is, grandson?

GRANDSON: Well, I think so, Grandpa... Is it if you're big and strong like the wolf, you can get away with not keeping your word?

GRANDPA: Why yes it- Wait a minute. No! Of course not! Why would you think that?

GRANDSON: Well, the wolf was so strong and mean, he could get away with lying.

GRANDPA: No! The moral is don't trust bad people!

GRANDSON: Well, how was the crane supposed to know the wolf was bad? Just because he was a wolf? Isn't discrimination?

GRANDPA: Never mind! Here, let me tell you another one. There once was a Fox and a Bird.

(Fox and Bird enter. The Bird has cheese in her mouth.)

GRANDPA: This bird had cheese in her mouth, and the fox wanted it. So he concocted a plan.

FOX: Oh, my lovely, beautiful bird. Your feathers amaze me, blind my eyes.

(Bird smiles.)

FOX: And your voice must be just as lovely. May I hear it?

(Bird opens her mouth, dropping cheese. Fox takes it.)

BIRD: THIS IS THE SONG!!! THAT NEVER ENDS!!! Wait... My cheese!!!

FOX: Should've taken basic psychology, baby!

(Fox and Bird exit.)

GRANDPA: And do you know what the moral of that was?

GRANDSON: Learn deception to get what you want?

GRANDPA: No! It's not to take flattering seriously!

GRANDSON: So be a bitter, paranoid, lonely animal?

GRANDPA: You're impossible... Let's try one more. There was once a shepherd boy and a wolf.

(Shepherd enters.)

GRANDPA: The Shepherd was a terrible liar though.

SHEPHERD: Wolf! Wolf! There's a wolf!

GRANDPA: So, the villagers always came running.

(Villagers enter. Calling, what is it? What happened? Where's the wolf?)

SHEPHERD: Haha! I tricked ya!

(Villagers groan and leave.)

GRANDPA: It didn't last long though. After three or four times, a wolf really did come.

(Wolf enters.)

WOLF: Who needs crane when there's sheep and who needs sheep when there's... human.

SHEPHERD: Wha-wha-wha- HELP! WOLF!

GRANDPA: But nobody came because no one believed him. And the little shepherd boy was never seen again. So what was the moral this time?

(Silence.)

GRANDSON: So... Take advantage of liars?

GRANDPA: No.

GRANDSON: Believe liars because they just might be telling the truth?

GRANDPA: No!

GRANDSON: Learn to be a better runner?

GRANDPA: Child! You are the absolute WORST person at finding the moral in stories!

GRANDSON: I just don't see how these aren't the morals!

GRANDPA: I'm done! (Throws hands up.) Here, you can have this, just get off my back.

(He takes out a phone and gives it to him.)

GRANDSON: (Shrugs.) Suits me fine...

(Stage darkens.)

OFFSTAGE: And the moral of this is never try to explain the moral to a millennial.