A Tibetan monk walks on an icy mountain road and hears a faint chill.
He looks around and sees at the foot of a hedge, a tiny sparrow half dead with cold. He takes it and warms it in his hands.
"What to do," he asks, "if I keep him with me, he'll dirty my dress, and at the convent the cat will eat it, and if I leave him here, he'll die of cold." Suddenly an idea comes to him: to protect him from the frost, he places the chick in a steaming dung of sacred cow, and pursues his way the soul in peace.
The chick warms up and begins to sing the joy of being alive. A fox that passes by, hears cow dung sing. Intrigued he approaches, discovers our sparrow and crunches it.
Three morals to this story:
1) The one who puts you in the shit does not want you necessarily evil.
2) He who comes out of it does not necessarily want you good.
3) When you're in shit, shut your mouth!