There was once a little sparrow flying north towards the Arctic region.
Shortly, the sparrow froze in the cold winds and fell down on the snow, dying slowly.
An elk, passing by, shat on the sparrow.
Feeling warm, underneath that warm dung, the sparrow started to chirp happily.
Soon enough, a wild cat, hearing the chirping, dug up the sparrow and ate it.
Moral
Those who shit on you are not always your enemies.
Those who help you out of shit are not always you friends.... :-)
3 comments:
Hmmm. never looked at things that way.
Really mind blowing story. I cannot stop without following you.
Great! You made my day! Feeling low with the heat, but felt good after reading this...
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