26 January 2007

The Duck Who Wouldn't Fly South

I'm sitting in the Hong Kong airport right now as I kick off my travelling for the year after a nice break for 2 months.

Like birds who fly south for the winter, I am flying up north. Only difference is that while the birds do it only once a year, I have to do it 4 times a year (6 times last year).

That kinda makes me One Stupid Bird.

At this point, I can imagine interject at this junction to scream "But you are Bird Man what?!!

NB...... *bish*

Anyway, thought I drop off a story before I get myself herded into cattle class for the next 5 + 9 hours. Ouch.
I am well prepared with 20 GB of *cough* cheong movies *cough cough* on my iPod.

Just hope my ang moh knees don't give me problems.

See you over at the other side.

 Once upon a time there was a duck who just didn't understand the concept of flying south for the winter. In fact. he thinks it's rather daft to have fly up and down repeatedly.

So one fine winter, he thought he'd stay put. He thought what was the worst that could happen?

As the winter wore on, the mercury dropped at an alarming pace. It got so cold one day that duckie regretted his stubborn decision and grudgingly set off for the south as well.

Alas, it was too cold to fly as duckie found himself in mid-air with his wings frozen stiff. What followed immediately was a plunging free fall. Duckie thought he was going to die for sure and he started praying to God.

Lo and behold, he landed on a hay barn crashing through the roof.

OK, so he didn't die of a tragic and messy death but the frost bite was so severe that the hypothermia was still going to kill him anyway.

Duckie prayed to God again and the sound of the cow bell approached from a distance.

"Hor seh liao! Help lai liao!"

It was a cow who eventually showed up.


The cow shitted on the duck.

"$%'#@#@$$*&!!!!!" cursed the duck. "God, I already going to die so tragically liao, You still send a cow to pang sai on my head. WTF???!!"

But little did duckie know that the warmth from the dung was slowly thawing his wings and before you know it, duckie was flapping happily again.

It was joy! Hooray! Duckie prayed again, feeling apologetic for his outburst against God.

In jubilation, duckie was happy quacking none stop, making helluva noise. The ruckus eventually attracted the attention of a fox who started making its way towards the source of the incessant noise.

Duckie heard the ruffles of the hay coming towards his direction. Thinking someone was coming to his rescue, he quaked even more.

Soon, the fox came face to face with the duck and gobbled duckie up.

Moral Of The Story
1) A person who shits on your head doesn't mean he is your enemy.

2) A person who comes to your rescue doesn't mean he is your friend.

3) When you are desperate and hungry, don't not look down on other people even if they are covered in shit. They may just be the key to your survival.

4) When you are warm and comfy in a pile of shit, SHUT THE F*CK UP!

Image Credit:

- Voxeros

1. spinnee left...
Friday, 26 January 2007 8:58 am
thanks for this story. reminded me to be contented at times.
I'm so grateful I'm clearing other pple's shit. That's so meaningful!

2. JayWalk left...
Friday, 26 January 2007 1:22 pm :: 
Spinnee: Glad you enjoyed that story. It has been with me since I was in Sec 2.

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