Tomoyo
Fate
Disclaimer: I don't own the story; just putting it here for viewing.
Once upon a time there was a little bird. One year, when it reaached winter and all the birds flew south, he decided to be different. He flew north. The weather grew colder and colder, but he persevered, flapping his little wings until finally, he could flap no more, and spiraled into a field, where a cow nonchalantly walked up and sh*t on him.
Now, he was disgusted by the sh*t, but it warmed his small body until he was once more ready to go, except for the fact that he was covered in cowsh*t. He couldn't budge from the weight of the sh*t. A coyote, spotting the little bird, hungrily picked it out of the sh*t and ate him.
The moral of the story is: Those who sh*t on you are not necessarily your enemy. Those who pull you out of sh*t are not necessarily your friend. And being different isn't always a good thing.
So?
Once upon a time there was a little bird. One year, when it reaached winter and all the birds flew south, he decided to be different. He flew north. The weather grew colder and colder, but he persevered, flapping his little wings until finally, he could flap no more, and spiraled into a field, where a cow nonchalantly walked up and sh*t on him.
Now, he was disgusted by the sh*t, but it warmed his small body until he was once more ready to go, except for the fact that he was covered in cowsh*t. He couldn't budge from the weight of the sh*t. A coyote, spotting the little bird, hungrily picked it out of the sh*t and ate him.
The moral of the story is: Those who sh*t on you are not necessarily your enemy. Those who pull you out of sh*t are not necessarily your friend. And being different isn't always a good thing.
So?
