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Mary Sheehan <[log in to unmask]> wrote: There's another variant: A small bird, flying high and fast during the winter, iced up and plummeted to the ground. Thinking his last hour had come, he was lying on the cold, hard earth in a farmyard, when a passing cow dropped a cowpat on him, which he thought was just adding insult to injury! However, the warmth of the dung started to revive him, and some worms sharing his new residence (?) provided him with a tasty meal, and, feeling much better, he started to sing. His chirping sadly attracted the farm cat, who pounced on him, and ate him for dinner! The two morals to this story are: 1. he who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy 2. when your sitting warm and snug in your own little pile of shit, keep your trap shut, or someone will take away your happiness! Jeremy >Loved the pheasant joke and couldn't resist sending this old joke along= > . > >A bull being led to a new pasture left a dropping in the middle of the = >road. >A small bird flew by and stopped to investigate. Pecking away, the bird= > found >lots of tasty seeds and began to chirp with joy. It was so busy peckin= >g and >chirping that it didn't see a car approaching and the bird was hit by t= >he car >and killed. > >Moral of the story: If you're full of bullshit, keep your mouth shut. > >And that's enough BS for now. >Mary > -- Jeremy Browne - [log in to unmask] Hampshire, UK