The wise old Mother Superior from county Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her warm milk to drink, but she refused it. One nun took the glass back to the kitchen.
Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey the nuns had received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
The nun took the glass back to Mother Superior's bedside, and held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had downed the whole glass, down to the last drop. "Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "please give us some wisdom before you die." Mother
Superior slowly raised her head, and with a pious look on her face whispered, "Don't sell that cow."
Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey the nuns had received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
The nun took the glass back to Mother Superior's bedside, and held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had downed the whole glass, down to the last drop. "Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "please give us some wisdom before you die." Mother
Superior slowly raised her head, and with a pious look on her face whispered, "Don't sell that cow."