This is a little story I read once, it made perfect sense to me, as do a lot of things....
Once upon a time, there was a little bird who was very disorganised. So much so that he was very late when he flew south for winter. Along the way it was so cold that his wings iced over and he fell to the ground.
He thought he was doomed. Soon enough a cow came up to him, and promptly crapped on him. Miraculously, the heat of the manure melted the ice on his wings and he was saved. He was so happy he began to sing at the top of his voice. A cat heard him, sauntered over, dug him out and ate him.
The morals to this story are:

• There is always one more idiot than you counted on.

• Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.

• All things being equal, Fat people use more soap. Ian.

• It`s better to burn out, than to fade away!