However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard, frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end. But the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing.
Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him.
The moral of the story:
Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
And, if you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.
Greetings and cheer to all, I think of you often, W/we keep up with your writings (I must confess that "W" is better at that than "w" is, but He keeps me informed for the most part.) In time I may find myself more drawn to sharing in this space again, I hope that is true. But in the meantime, do not think any of you have been forgotten!