The Little Wren: A Modern Fable

The Little Wren

A small wren sat .. wet & miserable in a tree as it waited out a passing storm one wintery morning. All it's flock had long since left for warmer climes, yet the small wren had stayed on.

The temperature fell rapidly and soon the bird's soaked feathers began to cake with ice.
It grew colder still. So cold in fact, it's wings began to freeze. Then it's very body.
Try as it might, it could no longer cling to the branch it rested on and so fell to earth,
to lie helpless from the chill, unable to move on the trail below.

Shortly after, a passing farmer happened to spot the little bird, and noted it's dilemma.

Looking about, he spotted a freshly steaming pile of dung, recently left by some large animal,

without further adieu, he placed the wren neck-deep in the warm mixture,
then went about his way.

As time passed, the heat of mix began to thaw the little wren's body.

Soon it could wiggle it's feet, and feeling began to return to it's limbs.

It knew it could soon break free of the pile, once fully warmed. As the little wren waited, the warmth felt so good.. it began to sing.

The wren's music attracted the attention of a passing fox, who then sat beside it to observe it's situation.

After a moment or two, the fox gently removed the small wren from it's prison,
cleaned it throughly.. then popped in it's mouth Snic! Snac! .. gone in two bites.

The moral of this story is...

Those who get you into deep $ hit are not necessarily your enemies...
And those who get you out of it... are not necessarily your friends.

that's a good point.

Thank you James. It's my one and only story, so it's got to last.

I love this story.

*applause*

Don't worry. I'm pretty sure it's all figurative.

Those who get you in (to deep sh..) are most likely to be your enemies though, and if they weren't before the dung pile, they are after it, lol!