However, soon the weather turned so cold he changed his mind, and reluctantly started to fly south.
In a short time, ice began to form on his wings, and he fell to the earth in a barnyard, almost frozen.
A cow passed by and crapped on the little bird.
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 Tom Cat came by and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.
Ol Tom cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.
THERE ARE THREE MORALS TO THIS STORY
1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. And, if you're warm and hapy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.