AND THE MORAL IS ? Once upon a time, there was a tiny bird who, when flying south for the winter, got so cold he could barely fly. He was soooo cold, in fact, that he fell to the ground, almost completely frozen. He was certain the end had come. To make matters worse, a cow wandered slowly by and crapped on top of him. Death was inevitable, or so it seemed. But ... the manure was warm and gradually he began to thaw out. There he was - all warm and cozy, and happy to be alive. It seemed, that in the midst of disaster, Lady Luck had FINALLY looked kindly upon him. The little bird was soooo happy to be alive and warm, that he began to sing loudly. A hungry stray cat passing by heard the happy song of the tiny little bird. He eagerly cleared away the manure from off the surprised bird, then he ate him. The moral of this story ? First. Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy. Second. Not everyone who gets you out of crap is your friend. Finally. If your warm and cozy - no matter where you are - keep your BIG MOUTH SHUT !!! w.h.b.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 04:34:18 +0000
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