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PG heard an uplifting story from his friend Uzi yesterday. They went for a walk at the river, and when they arrived the parking lot was almost empty. When it is 95 degrees in the shade, few people go hiking.
A certain onomatopoetic expression for animal waste is a key part of this story. It happens. In an effort to keep this blog family friendly, we will use gentle language. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.
A sparrow was going to be different, and stay up north for the winter. He didn’t see the point of flying a thousand miles south, just to turn around and fly back. While Jesus may have his eye on the sparrow, the bird did not lend him it’s ear.
When winter arrived, the bird realized it had made a mistake. It started to head south, but it was too late. A cold wind froze his wings, and he fell to the ground. It did not look good for the sparrow.
Along comes a cow. He deposits a load of warm fertilizer on top of the sparrow. The warm matter thaws out his wings, and he has a new lease on life. The sparrow starts to sing, he is so happy.
A cat is walking through the pasture, and hears the sparrow singing. His claws pulls the cowpie off of the sparrow. Before the bird can get away, the cat grabs it, and eats the sparrow for lunch.
There are three morals to this story. Just because someone dumps on you, they are not always your enemy. Just because someone pulls you out from under the waste matter, they are not always your friend. And last, but not least, when you enjoy good fortune, keep your mouth shut.