[Note: Good writers borrow, great writers steal. I read something like this thirty years ago on an old-fashioned electronic bulletin board system. This is my “cover” of it. Think of it as fan fiction, I guess]
Once there was a little bird who decided not to fly south for the winter. All of her friends flew south where it was warm but she stayed right where she was. And the winds blew, the days grew short, and the skies turned gray. Finally, it was so cold that the little bird changed her mind. She started out on her long journey south.
Soon the biting winds froze her wings and she plummeted to the earth. As she fell, she thought “surely my number’s up. This is it. I’m done for.”
And she landed with a wet plop in a big pile of cow shit. She sat for a minute before realizing she had survived. The pile had broken her fall! Soon the little bird grew very hungry. So hungry she thought she would die. “surely my number’s up. This is it. I’m done for.” she thought to herself. But then, she realized the warmth of the cow shit was thawing her winds. She could fly again!
She was so happy she sat up and began to sing for joy! Just about then a big old cat came walking by, heard the commotion and dug the little bird out of the shit. “I’m saved!” thought the little bird.
The cat carefully cleaned the bird’s wings, then ate her up.
So we learn that everyone who gets you into shit is not necessarily your enemy. Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend. And If you’re warm and happy and in a big pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!