There was a young bird that was born late in the season and when the other birds flew south for the winter, it decided it would remain behind and stay in its comfortable nest. But then the weather became cold and then even colder, then it began to snow...
And when this happened, the young bird decided that perhaps it would be best if it to flew south, but it had waited to long, and when it tried to fly, ice formed on its wings and it plummeted to the forest floor.
It lay there miserable and freezing to death, when a moose stopped above it and voided its bowels right on top of it.
At first the bird thought this had to be the worst that could possibly happen. But then it started to warm up, and it's thoughts of despair, became songs of hope and joy.
A fox hearing this, came over, dug the bird up and ate it.