Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow that decided not to fly south for the winter.

However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a farmyard, almost frozen.    A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow.   The sparrow 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 chirping, investigated the sounds.

The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him!

The moral of the story:

The story of the Bull and the Pheasant

A pheasant was standing in a field chatting with a bull.  
"I would love to be able to get to the top of yonder tree',
  sighed the pheasant, 'but I haven't got the energy'. 
 'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the  bull. 'They're packed with nutrients'.  
The pheasant pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually
gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. And so on. Finally, after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Whereupon he was spotted by a farmer who dashed into the farmhouse, emerged with a shotgun, and shot the pheasant right out of the tree. 
Moral of the story:
Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Virus Warning

If you ever receive an email entitled "Badtimes," delete it immediately. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. 

It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. 

It demagnetises the stripes on ALL of your credit cards. 

It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play-- except Yanni CD's. With them it doubles the volume. 

It will automatically download kiddie porn to your hard drive and then notify the authorities. 

It will re-calibrate your refrigerator's coolness settings so all your ice cream melts and your milk curdles. 

It will program your phone auto dial to call only your mother-in-law's number. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank. 

It will drink all your good beer and replace it I.C. Light. 

It will leave dirty socks on the coffee table when you are expecting company. 

It will talk nasty about your mother. Its radioactive emissions will cause your toe jam and bellybutton fuzz (be honest, you have some) to migrate behind your ears. 

It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Regaine, all while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing their hotel rendezvous to your Visa card-- the only card stripe it didn't demagnetise. 

It will cause you to run with scissors and throw things in a way that is only fun until someone loses an eye. It will give you Dutch Elm Disease and Tinea. 

It will rewrite your backup files, changing all your active verbs to passive tense and incorporating undetectable misspellings which grossly change the interpretations of key sentences. 

If the "Badtimes" message is opened in a Windows XP environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. 

It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, but it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk. 

It will replace all your luncheon meat with beef tongue. It will molecularly rearrange your cologne or perfume, causing it to smell like dill pickles-- but, on the plus side, they're kosher dills. 

It is insidious and subtle. 

It is dangerous and terrifying to behold. It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve. These are just a few signs of infection. Beware.

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