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One year, a little bird decided he wasn't going to fly south for the winter, and decided to stay up north. He made it until about October before it started getting just too cold, and he reluctantly decided to start the trip. Along the way, he ran into a terrible winter storm. As he tried to fly through the biting wind, ice formed on his wings, and soon he plummeted to the ground, landing in a barnyard. No sooner had he landed, a cow walked past and took a dump right on top of him.
The little bird thought all was done for at this point, but after a minute or two, he realized the warmth of the shit was melting the ice off his wings. He soon felt so warm and happy, he started singing. Unfortunately for him, a farm cat heard the singing, ran over, dug him out, and promptly ate him.
The moral of the story:
1. Someone who gets you into shit is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Someone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. If you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!
The little bird thought all was done for at this point, but after a minute or two, he realized the warmth of the shit was melting the ice off his wings. He soon felt so warm and happy, he started singing. Unfortunately for him, a farm cat heard the singing, ran over, dug him out, and promptly ate him.
The moral of the story:
1. Someone who gets you into shit is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Someone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. If you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!