a short story

One cold winter, a little bird was flying alone. Soon, it got tired and fell into a pile of manure. 

“This is nice and warm,” said the bird. “I think I’ll stay here.” 

Then a cat came along, pulled it out of the manure and ate it. 

Moral of the story: 
Not all shit is bad, and not everyone who gets you out of shit is good. 

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