Needless to say, it soon got so cold that the little bird reluctantly started south anyway. A storm blew in, the little bird grew cold, and ice formed on his wings which caused him to fall to the ground in a barnyard. A cow wandered by and shit on him. This may seem terrible, but it warmed the poor bird and thawed the ice so that the bird began to chirp and sing. A cat wandered by, heard the noise, and dug through the manure until he found the bird and ate him. The morals of this story are:
1. Being different makes you cold, lonely, and gets you shit on.
2. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
3. Anyone who digs you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
4. If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.