Of stories and morals...

So here’s a story I heard from a colleague. The moral of the story will pretty much justify the need to chronicle it.

One day, while flying, a bird froze and fell to the ground. Moment it fell, a cow came by and covered it with a large pile of warm dung. Brought back to life with the warmth of the dung, the bird stuck its head out of the large pile and chirped with all its might. Soon enough, a fox walked by and ate up the bird from the pile of dung. The end!

And here’s the relevant part:

What is the moral of the story?
  1. Everyone who throws shit on you is not your enemy.
  2. Everyone who pulls you out of shit is not your friend.
  3. When you are in deep shit, shut the hell up!
Moral memorised. Relevance underlined. And one moves on...much aware of the noble warm dung and the sordid foxes lurking around. 

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