Herbwoman39
Apr 5, 2007, 8:11 AM
I was inspired by the "My Life Is Not MY Own" thread to relay a fable I once heard.
One late fall a small sparrow got left behind by its flock. The weather had turned cold and it was looking very bleak. The little sparrow was unable to find food anywhere so it decided to try to catch up to the flock.
As it flew, the wind became colder and stronger, sleet began beating down on the poor little bird and finally it could fly no more. So, wet and very nearly frozen to death, the sparrow landed in a cow pasture. The sleet continued to come down and it looked like all was lost.
As the little sparrow shivered in the cold, dying, a cow came along and let fly a fresh, steaming load of manure covering the poor little bird completely!
But the manure was warm. The heat actually began thawing the little bird, warming its poor little frozen form. After a few minutes, the little bird wriggled its way out of the pile feeling refreshed and warm, if not clean.
It was so happy it began to hop around and sing. This attracted the attention of the barn cat, who pounced on the little bird and ate it.
The moral of the story is: Sometimes the shit you know is better than the shit you don't.
One late fall a small sparrow got left behind by its flock. The weather had turned cold and it was looking very bleak. The little sparrow was unable to find food anywhere so it decided to try to catch up to the flock.
As it flew, the wind became colder and stronger, sleet began beating down on the poor little bird and finally it could fly no more. So, wet and very nearly frozen to death, the sparrow landed in a cow pasture. The sleet continued to come down and it looked like all was lost.
As the little sparrow shivered in the cold, dying, a cow came along and let fly a fresh, steaming load of manure covering the poor little bird completely!
But the manure was warm. The heat actually began thawing the little bird, warming its poor little frozen form. After a few minutes, the little bird wriggled its way out of the pile feeling refreshed and warm, if not clean.
It was so happy it began to hop around and sing. This attracted the attention of the barn cat, who pounced on the little bird and ate it.
The moral of the story is: Sometimes the shit you know is better than the shit you don't.