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Once there was a little bird who was hatched late, and was not quite grown enough to fly south when winter hit. He lived in the loft of the barn, where it was warm and safe...but he was beginning to be hungry, and he needed to fly south, he could not survive the winter here, nor make the flight much later. Each day he flew further and further from the barn, building his strength. One day, though, he flew too far, and wound up in the cold autumn mud of the barnyard, too exhausted to make it back to his nest. As the little bird sat there in the freezing yard, he knew it was almost over, it was just too cold for him. One of the cows in the yard, though, noticed the little bird, came over, looked at him closely with her cow eyes, turned around...and dumped a big cow pile on him. "This is just too much!", thought the bird. "Now I am not only going to die, but I am going to die stinking!" Gradually, though, the little bird realized his shivering had stopped, and he was actually warm! He was so happy that he was not going die that he began to sing. He sang and sang, but he sang too long, and one of the farmer's cats heard him, and came to investigate. The cat found the little bird, pulled him gently out of the pile, cleaned him off...and ate him right up.
So remember that: Sometimes, even when you do your best, and you are doing it right, you are still going to wind up in trouble. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy. Not everyone who pulls you out of the shit is your friend. And if you are warm in happy in deep shit, don't tell everyone about it. |
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