A young bluebird was flying from tree to tree in the brisk autumn air when he heard his parents call. Upon arriving back to the nest they tell the young avian to prepare for the trip south.
The little bluebird stubbornly inquires why, to which papa bluebird replies with details of heavy and cold white snow, scarcity of food, and other general discomforts.
Relentless, the rebellious adolescent bird with blue feathers flew from the nest and tweeted back to his parents that he wanted to stay, and in fact was going to—no matter what.
So, that’s what happened.
For the first couple of weeks the bluebird felt as free as….well, a bird, of course. Flying here-to-there, there-to-wherever his little bird eyes fancied. It wasn’t long, though, until the first snowflakes began to pull down their cold aura onto the fields, trees, brooks, and hills….and, or course the little headstrong bluebird…
As the pocket-sized plumed pilot started to realize the gravity of his dilemma his wings froze in mid-flight.
He dropped like a stone from the sky.
Right into the middle of a fresh, steaming, splattered heap of cow pucky.
Seconds later, the thawed tiny bird stuck his head out of the manure and began chirping and singing as happily and loudly as his little heart and lungs could muster.
It was at that moment a big ornery farm cat pounced over, scooped up the little bluebird, and promptly swallowed him whole.
Moral of the story: -Being in a shitty situation isn’t always as bad as it seems—look at the bright side. -Not everyone who helps you out of a shitty situation is your friend. -And, lastly, if you’re up to your ears in shit,. but you’re happy, keep your mouth shut.