The Plop

A Canadian bird decides he doesn’t want to fly south for the winter. He thinks it nonsense to go down south, when he can just stay right where he is. After a while, of course, it gets cold, really cold. 

 

Finally, he can take no more and decides to fly south after all. As he is flying, ice begins to form on his wings. He is forced to land and crashes into a barnyard, right by a cow.

 

He is nearly frozen and can’t move. The cow, doing what cows often do, drops a “plop” on him. He is disgusted and dying. What a way to go! He waits for his life to end. After a short time, though, the ice begins to melt off of him. He starts to get warm under the “plop.”

 

“It’s getting warm. I’m going to live! I’m going to live!” He starts to sing.

 

A cat comes along and hears his singing from underneath the “plop.” The cat wipes the stuff off the bird. Then he eats him.

 

There are three morals to this story:

 

1. Not everyone who drops a “plop” on you is necessarily your enemy.

2. Not everyone who wipes it off of you is necessarily your friend.

3. And if someone does drop a “plop” on you, keep your mouth shut.