Flying south

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Once upon a time there was a small duck named Daffy who didn't want to fly

south for the winter. Daffy felt it was a silly tradition to keep flying

north and south every year, so this year, he intended to stay right where

he was.

 

All the other ducks then took off for their yearly migration, and Daffy had

the pond all to himself. He just swam around and enjoyed the feeling of

being alone for the first time in his young life.

 

Soon, however, the weather began to turn cold. So cold, in fact, that Daffy

realized that he had made a serious mistake. So Daffy reluctantly decided

to fly south after all. The weather was very, very cold. And soon, Daffy

was so cold, he couldn't continue. He fell to the ground and lay in a

grassy field near death.

 

Along came a cow, who was eating grass in the field. The cow took a big

dump, and some of the cow dung fell on Daffy, burying him up to his neck.

The cow dung was very warm. It was so warm, that it soon thawed Daffy out.

 

He began to feel a lot better .... and he began to quack happily. The sound

of his quacking attracted a nearby cat, who dug Daffy out of the dung,

killed him, and ate him.

 

The MORAL of the story:

 

1. He who passes on you is not necessarily your enemy.

2. He who digs you out of stool is not necessarily your friend, and

3. If you're up to your neck in stool, but you're comfortable and happy...

keep your mouth shut!!!