There was once a bird who was a bit of a free spirit, who one year decided not to fly south for the winter. Soon enough he found him self slowly moving south as winter soon dawned on him and he grew cold. He was so cold infact he found it hard to fly, so he was forced to land in a field shivering, hoping to find some where warm to stay, but alas, the tiny shivering bird collapsed of exauhstion and cold. Soon enough a cow walked buy a landed a great big dump on the little birds head. Bathed in the poo its warmth slowly started to revitalise the bird untill it was back into conciousness, and although it stank of poo, it was a live and warm for once. Not long had passed and a hungry cat had walked past looking for some food, it spied the bird resting in the poo, it dug through the poo and ate the poor bird whole. Moral of the story? Who ever gets you in the shit isnt necesarily your enemy. Who ever gets you out the shit isnt necesarily your friend.
