Gather ‘round and let me tell the story of the Pili-Pili
bird.
On a cold miserable night of the winter in a lonely
prairie of Africa, a little Pili-Pili bird was seating shivering and miserable
on the branch of one of the few trees. He
was cold and starving, having not been able to find food or comfort in the harsh
winter for days . His instinct was telling him that he might not see the sun rising over
the horizon and soon would be dead of starvation and cold. Suddenly the Earth shook, the tree swayed and a herd of elephants
walked slowly by. One of them dropped a
large pile of dung and left. The
Pili-Pili bird gathered whatever little energy he had left, flew to the warm
bounty and gorged himself. Soon he was warm, and fed. Life looked altogether much more enjoyable and
out of gratitude he started singing from the top of his tiny lungs, celebrating his
good fortune. A hyena attracted by the song pounced on him and devoured him.
The Old wise People of the Prairie will tell you that if one
is full of shit one should keep quiet!
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