To: d:oug who wrote (34573 ) 1/20/1999 12:45:00 AM From: Robert Respond to of 35569
Reminds me of a story I once heard: Once upon a time, there was a little sparrow who hated to fly south for the winter. He dreaded the thought of leaving so much that he decided this year he would delay his journey to the last possible minute. After bidding a fond farewell to all his sparrow friends, he went back to his nest and stayed there for an additional two weeks. Finally, the weather turned so bitterly cold that he could no longer delay. As the little sparrow took off and started to fly south it began to rain. In a short time ice began to form on his wings. He flew bravely on, but the ice got thicker and thicker. Finally, almost dead from the cold and exhaustion, he fell to earth in a barnyard. As he was breathing what he thought to be his last breath, a cow wandered out of the barn and walked toward the fallen bird. The cow proceeded to cover the little sparrow with manure. At first the sparrow thought the end was at hand, but the manure started to sink into his feathers and warm him, life began to return to his little body. He also found that he had room to breathe. Suddenly, the little sparrow was so happy he started to sing. At this moment, a large cat came into the barnyard. Upon hearing the chirping of the little bird, the cat walked over to the pile of manure. The cat began digging away to find out where the sound was coming from. As he removed more and more manure, he finally found the little sparrow and ate him. This story has three morals: First, everybody who $hits on you is not your enemy. Second, everybody who takes $hit off you is not your friend. Finally, when you are warm and comfortable in a pile of $hit, keep your mouth shut! Robert...