The Sparrow

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waxlion1

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Once upon a time, there was a young Sparrow sitting on a fence post with his Mother. Mummy Sparrow turned and said its time to fly south for the winter.

Im not flying south mother, Im staying here. The youngster replied.

But youll catch your death of cold when the snow comes.

I dont care Im staying in the farm-yard all winter. And with that he flew to a near by branch and went to sleep.

The following day he awoke to find that all the other sparrows had flown away leaving him all alone in the farm-yard. This didnt bother the young bird as he played around the out houses and the barn. Until one day when he awoke to find the ground was covered with snow and the wind had an icy chill about it.

After two or three days of this the young sparrow started to regret not flying south withy his mother and the other sparrows. I know he said to himself Ill go now and catch them up later.

So he started his journey south to find his mother and friends, but the wind grew in strength and it snowed even more as the sparrow tried to go south, he grew colder and colder then finally he fell from the sky and landed in an adjoining farmstead.

Oh no cried the youngster as he lay in the middle of the farmyard, what ever is to become of me? just as he was about to give up, along came a cow, it stood over the little sparrow and rained manure all over the young bird. Thats the last straw he screamed as he curled up in a ball to die.

5 minuets passed and the little sparrow started to feel better, his wings werent frozen and he could feel his feet once again, this was OK, he felt great, nice and warm, hed never felt better, in fact he was so happy that he started to chirp, quietly at first but louder as the minuets ticked by.

Unknown to the little chap the farm cat was asleep in the barn but was awoken by the chirping of the sparrow under the dung-pile.

The cat strolled over to the dung heap and started to scratch the surface until he noticed the young bird encased in manure.

The cat ate the sparrow and then went back to sleep in the barn.
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The moral to this tale is simple: -




Not everyone who s*#ts on you is your enemy!

Not everyone who gets you out of the s*#t is your friend!

And if your up to your neck in s*#t but happy then SHUT-UP!



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martin.

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hi wayne
was this one from from your own experiance(lol)

tight lines.
martin.
 
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