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A tale with morals...
A tale with morals...
There once was a little bird who decided not to migrate south with the flock. Too much like hard work, he thought, I'll stay here through the winter.
So he did, he stayed on and things were good for a while. Then the winter winds started to harden the ground and he couldn't pull out worms so easily. Then the rain and snow started and he couldn't get dry or warm. So finally he gave in and decided it would be better to fly south after all.
So he set off, but the cold winds, and the rain and snow froze his little wings and he crashed into a farmer's field.
Lying in the field he felt that things couldn't possibly be worse. He was cold, hungry, and he couldn't fly any further. Just then a cow wandered along and shat on him. “Oh GREAT!”, thought the little bird, “like things weren't bad enough!”.
But! The warms from the cow's shit warmed up the little birds wings. He started to feel a little happier. He could move again, maybe things would be OK after all. In fact he was so happy he started to sing.
Just then the farmer's cat wandered past, heard the little bird singing, scooped him out of the cow shit and ate him.
This story has three morals:
1.Those who get you in the shit are not necessarily your enemies.
2.Those who get you out of the shit are not necessarily your friends.
3.If you're in the shit, but happy. SHUT UP!
10/15/2005 4:59 am
Oh my gosh, that has got to be my favorite fable. My mother told that to me as a kid. I have given lectures on it in a couple of sermons and college classes. It is a funny little story, but it holds a lot of truth. This story needs to get out more and people need to read it. Thanks for the refresher.|
10/15/2005 6:41 am
That Aesop was a pretty smart old sod.|
In a similarly surviveable shit story, might I suggest a visit to my And The Hits Just Keep A-Cummin? Return of Comment favour much appreciated.
Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up.
And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written!
10/17/2005 12:57 pm
On a serious note...|
Did you know that squirlls rarely find their own nuts in the spring, individually, they cant remember where they burried each nut, so its trial and error.
Squirlls live better in communities because the chances of finding nuts are better.
The moral of the story: squirlls are amazingly stupid.