A cowboy finds a nearly dead bird in his cow pasture.

He picks it up and notices how cold it is to the touch, how weak and skinny it feels, and he knows its time is almost up.

He searches frantically until he finds a fresh cow pie and when he does he plops the bird down in the steamy, warm pile.

Immediately the bird starts to make a little noise and it ruffles its feathers, taking in the warmth. Feeling encouraged the cowboy begins feeding the bird some of the cow pie and the bird becomes more and more animated, being also warmed from the inside out, and it begins singing its head off in glee.

Satisfied, the cowboy walks away, leaving the bird to its birdsong. A nearby fox hears all this ruckus and promptly trots over to the cow pie and eats the little bird in one bite.

Moral of the story: if you're safe, warm, and full of shit, keep your fucking mouth shut.