A bird was flying south for the winter. Cold and hungry, the bird found refuge in a barn on a farm. His wings were nearly frozen stiff with icicles. The bird thought to himself, “I am dead for sure.”
A cow in the barn came by, sniffed around and unloaded a big, stinky pile of dung on top of the bird. The bird was drowning in cow dung and thought to himself, “I am dead. I am dead.”
Although the dung stank, it was warm and helped thaw the bird, bringing much needed warmth. The bird struggled a bit and managed to poke out his beak to breath. The bird thought to himself, “Yes, yes, I am alive! I’ll be okay!”
The bird was so happy, it began to sing. A cat in the barn heard the singing and came over to investigate. The cat discovered the bird within the cow dung, dug the bird out, and ate him.
Moral of the story:
- Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy.
- Not everyone who gets you out of caca is your friend.
- If you are warm and happy and covered in caca, don’t sing about it.
