There was a brave little bird that flew North for the Winter, but he left it too late and the frosts were approaching fast. As he flew the temperature dropped and his wings became heavier and heavier with ice until he could struggle on no more.

He got lower and lower until eventually landed in a heap on the icy ground. As he was shaking himself to regain his senses along came an animal and crapped on him. His wings began to thaw out and he started to fell better from the warmth around him, so much so that he broke out into songs of happiness.

A big wolf heard the song and along he came and snapped the little bird up, swallowing him whole.

There are 3 morals to this tale.
Someone who craps on you is not necessarily your enemy.
Someone who gets you out of the crap is not necessarily your friend.
If you are warm and happy in a pile of crap then keep your mouth shut.