The moral of the story is...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Wed, 22 May 1996 08:29:53 +0100


Hiya Guys and Gals...

Here's a short bit of something sent to us by Shelley...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

Pardon the language, but the point can't be made any other way....
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Once upon a time there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided not to
fly south for the winter.  However the weather turned so cold that he
reluctantly started to fly south.  In a short time ice began to form on
his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard almost frozen.

A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow.  The sparrow though
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 cat
came by and hearing the chirping investigated the sounds.

The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird and promptly
ate him.

------------ The moral of the story: -------------

1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2) Everone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
3) and if you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.