A parable for our times. Dedicated to my favorite glowtugger,
@wade2big
There was a little sparrow who was late flying south.
As the first ice storm of the season began, he started flying south frantically. As he flew, ice built up on his wings, and he fell in a barnyard.
It was looking dark for the little sparrow, as he got colder, and weaker, exposed to the storm.
Miraculously, a cow came along, and shat on the little sparrow, it looked like curtains for our little bird. As he sat in the pile of shit, he realized he was warming up, and his wings were thawing. He ruffled his feathers and made a bit of space. His wings began to dry. Warm and happy in a pile of shit, the sparrow began to sing.
A cat heard the bird singing, and dug him out, and promptly ate him.
The Moral:
Everyone who shits on you isn't necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who digs you out of the shit, isn't necessarily your friend.
And, if you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.
To the smart asses: a European sparrow