... und mir zu dem Thema soeben wieder 'ne kleine Geschichte in die
Quere kommt, die hier schon 'ne ganze Weile 'rumfliegt:


    Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow who decided
    not to fly south for the winter.  However, soon after the weather
    turned cold, the sparrow changed his mind and reluctantly started
    to fly south.  After a short time, ice began to form his on his
    wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard almost frozen.  A cow
    passed by and crapped on this little bird and the sparrow thought
    it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings.
    Warm and happy the little sparrow began to sing.  Just then, a
    large Tom cat came by and hearing the chirping investigated the
    sounds.  As Old Tom cleared away the manure, he found the chirping
    bird and promptly ate him.

    There are three morals to this story:

    1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
    2) Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
    3) If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.


Also denn:  Ruhe hier ...  :-)

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Dirk                                                    rrr#6/DoD#220361
                                                        Thunderace (-23)
Live, like you will whish to have lived when you die.