And the moral of the story is...

Ok. So there was this bird. It was time to fly south for winter. But he didn't want to. It was time for a change. So he decided to stay behind for once and see what it was like; what everyone was running from.

A few weeks went by and it started to get cold, really cold. That knot in your stomach that tells you you've messed up started saying that he better get on his way before it's too late - so he took off flying south.

He was going as fast as he could, but none-the-less he was caught in a snowstorm. Unable to see he crashed into cow pasture, and broke a wing. He lay there thinking how his life was now going to be over because of such a dumb decision.

Out of nowhere a cow stepped over and laid a fresh patty right over top of him.

At first the odor was unpleasant, but then the bird realized that the patty was warm - and would hard soon - possibly giving him time to survive the storm.

Shortly after, the barn-yard cat pulled him from the patty and ate him.

And so the moral of the story is:

Not every one who craps on you is your enemy.

And not everyone who pulls you out of it is your friend.

=)