As the nights began to get colder and the days grew shorter, a non-conforming sparrow decided not to fly South for the winter. The winds shifted, the snow began to fly and the mercury dropped to frigid levels. Realizing the decision not to go South was horribly wrong, the sparrow reluctantly began its journey to a warmer climate.
The elements exploded from the winter sky and battered the poor bird. Soon ice began to form on its tiny wings and the sparrow could no longer remain in flight. The wind and snow volleyed the bird in mid-air and the sparrow fell to the Earth, landing in a barnyard. Its heartbeat was weak and the sparrow faced the inevitability of freezing to death in the vast expanse of farm land.
No sooner had the bird given in to its undeniable fate, when a cow wandered dangerously close to the dying bird, lifted its tail and crapped on the sparrow. Stunned by the irony of being shit on while it slowly died, the bird began to feel warm. The heat from the cow patty was melting the frost and the bird began to feel its heart pounding stronger and stronger with each beat.
With growing warmth and a sudden optimism, the bird began to sing. It celebrated its narrow escape of impending death. It basked in the glory of being to continue its journey South and it laughed in the face of fate itself.
The sparrow’s song grew so loud that the bird did not hear the approach of the feral barn cat. Investigating the sounds, the cat circled the bird and pounced, clearing the cow patty and carrying the now deceased bird back to its lair for a late supper.
There are lessons to be learned from every story. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy. Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend and if you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.
This was a joke I remember hearing when I was in high school. I embellished a bit (no surprise there) but I think the lessons are still worthy of sharing.