A Fable for life

Once upon a time, a small bird began his trip south for the winter. He was not a very smart little bird, and he had procrastinated his trip. It got very cold and he was finally unable to continue. He fell to the ground, nearly frozen.
He lay there for some time, and his life flashed before his mind’s eye. He was just about to give up all hope when a cow ambled by, narrowly missing the little bird with her hooves. She did not miss, however, with the cow pie that she let go just above the bird, and he was entirely covered in manure.
For a moment, he was distressed beyond all he had ever been before. “Why did this have to happen to me?” he wondered. Then, he noticed that he was warming up. The manure was steaming hot from the inside of the oblivious bovine and the little bird’s core temperature began to rise.
This made him so happy, he began to sing. Soon he would be on his way to warmer climes in the south, and he could hardly wait. Unfortunately, a passing cat heard him singing, dug him out of the manure and ate him.
The moral of this story is threefold:
1. Not everyone who dumps poop on you is your enemy.
2. Not everyone who digs you out of the poop is your friend.
And 3. When you are warm and happy in a pile of poop, shut the heck up!