Cedric Didn'T Fly South

In Europe, all the feathered friends get ready when the summer ends to fly themselves to Italy, away from winter misery. A flock of sparrows soon were packing their luggage for the lengthy trip, one sparrow though was clearly lacking the energy, he meant to skip the annual, exhaustive flights. He also was afraid of heights. The tribe took to the air at dawn but Cedric offered a big yawn, went back into the empty nest, convinced his choice had been the best. Three weeks into the frosty days young Cedric felt a strange malaise, no matter how he fluffed each feather he could not stand this icy weather. Reluctantly, he waved good-bye rose up into the freezing sky. But, as he passed a local farm he noted with renewed alarm that both his wings were icing badly, he moved them faster, trying madly to get the circulation going. Meanwhile his fears were quickly growing. His efforts were to no avail, he dropped just when a bit of hail came from a cloud devoid of charm and landed hard, inside a farm. Near death he opened burning eyes and saw, to his extreme surprise a cow who wandered slowly by. When she was close she dropped a pie of mushy, brown and warm manure. It was salvation. soft and pure. His frozen blood thawed in a flash and he felt fine inside this mash. His voice returned, he sang a song, though this, decidedly, was wrong. A cat who happened to be near said to herself 'What have we here? ' She dragged the sparrow from the pie and, with great pleasure, ate the guy. The moral, if you're up to it: Someone who drops on you some shit ain't by necessity your foe. But she, who offers you a hand may never qualify as friend. And most importantly, if you are to your ears in bovine poo, keep eyes and ears and your big mouth closed tightly, else you must fly south.