However, the temperatures went down quickly and it had of other choice to only fly towards the south. In a short moment, the ice was formed on its wings and it fell directly into a barn, almost entirely cold. A cow which passed by there, buries our small sparrow of manure. Our small sparrow believed that it was the end of its days. But the manure heated it and thawed out its wings. Any heat and fringuant, able to breathe, it started to sing. At this time, a large cat passed and heard its song. The cat excavated the manure, found the small sparrow and ate suddenly it.

1 All those which you dirty you above be not necessarily your enemy.

2 All those which come out you of the shit, are not necessarily your friends.