WARM MILK

In a convent in Ireland, the 98-year-old Mother Superior  lay dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last  journey comfortable. They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it. One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then,  remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift  the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. Back at  Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail nun  drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had  finished the whole glass down to the last drop. As her  eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to  have one last talk with their spiritual leader. "Mother,"  the nuns asked earnestly, "Please give us some of your wisdom before  you leave us." She  raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said: "Don't sell that cow." Thanks to Ann.