One bitterly cold winter, a sparrow had spent two nights out with only the scant shelter of a tree. He decided that he could not survive the third night, so he left the tree to find a better shelter. As he flew, he got colder and colder until his little wings froze solid and he fell to the ground. As he lay freezing, he realized that the end of his life was close. He prayed for death to come quickly when suddenly, in his semiconscious state, he had a feeling of being enveloped in a warm covering. He regained consciousness and found that a cow had made a luxurious deposit all over him. The new lease of life and the supreme comfort made him nice and warm, and he started to sing. A passing pussy cat heard the chirping, located the heap and carefully removed the excrement to reveal the little sparrow. Which it promptly ate...

There are three morals to this story:

1. If somebody shits on you, they are not necessarily your enemy.
2. If somebody gets you out of the shit, they are not necessarily your friend.
3. If you're in the shit and happy, keep your mouth shut.