Gondell Fortsmith

Would you like a story? Alright. I've got one. There was once a small bird who started late to fly south for the winter. As he flew through the air, he got colder and colder until he finally froze and fell to the ground. There he laid, motionless, until a cow wandered past him. By chance the cow did its business leaving the bird in a big pile of crap. Fortunately, this thawed out the bird and when he came to, he was so happy just to be alive that he started to sing at the top of his lungs. A nearby cat heard his song and decided to investigate. The cat picked up the little bird, cleaned him off, and ate him. the moral of the story is this.
1. Not everyone who gets you into crap is your enemy.
2. Not everyone who gets you out of crap is your friend.
3. No matter where you are, if you are safe, happy, and warm, its best to keep your big mouth shut.