If you are unhappy

Once upon a time there was a stubborn swallow whp decided not to fly south for the winter.
However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly had to take off. In a short time ice began to form on his wings and after a while he fell to earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little bird. The swallow thought it was the end. But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then a large cat came by and, hearing the chirpin, investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.

The moral of the story:

Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Everyone who gets you out of a shitty mess is not necessarily your friend.
And if you are warm and happy in a pile of shit - keep your mouth shut.


Dette er det eneste jeg husker fra engelskboka (som jeg fant da jeg lette etter julepynt i går) som jeg hadde på allmenn. Kjempeherlig liten historie!