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Byron.Bromley (Byron.Bromley@Gsd-Co.Com)
Thu, 25 Feb 1999 12:48:34 -0500
The following story came from an old 78 called "Ayuh"
It was recorded by a former Dean Of Agriculture at U Mass
Who was orginally from southern Maine.
A small bird decided not to go South for the winter, The bird
found a small chink in my fathers chimney, which looked out onto
Mt Washington, The litte bird was cold and hungry. That day my
father brought a load a wood, by horse team to the house. One of
the horses left a deposit in the driveway. The little bird spotted it
a flew down to the pile and started poking through it. He found
some bits of corn, barley and oats. Had his fill a flew back up to
his little chink in the chimney. After a few minutes, this new protein
started to digest and the little bird felt a lot better. So he started to
sing softly. As more of the protein finally got into his system
he began singing at the top of his lungs. A hawk swooped down and
killed the little bird.
Now this story is one of those stories that has a moral to it.
The moral of this story is:
"When you are full of horseshit, keep your mouth shut"