Every fall the birds begin to fly south for the winter.
This one particular bird hated the journey and would do almost anything to get out of it.
He decided to wait until the very last possible minute and told the rest of the flock
that he would stay behind for 4 more weeks and that he would catch up to them later.
Four weeks later the snow began to fall and the little bird thought it best to finally leave.
After about 6 hours into flying, it started to rain and the rain turned into ice on his little wings. The birds wings froze up and he fell out of the sky straight in to a barn yard.
Freezing and almost dead, the little bird was lying there barely breathing when out from behind the barn a horse walked up to the little bird, squatted and crapped all over the poor thing. The little birds only thought was that he never emagined ever dying like this.
After a few minutes the manure started to warm the little fella and he started to move around and began sing-ing his little heart out.
A big cat came running from the house to investigate where all the noise was comming from. He dug in to the pile of crap until he found the little bird. He cleaned him off and then ate him.
There are three morals to this story
(1) Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy
(2) Not everyone who takes your crap is your friend
And (3) Whenever you are rolling with excitement;
even if its in a big pile of crap, Keep your big mouth shut.