So little Dickey Bird gets caught in a storm and tries, against a vicious headwind, to return to his nest.
He strives and strives to no avail and finally plummets, exhausted, chilled to his tiny little bones, nearly dead, to the grassy field below.
Along happens a somewhat bulky cow, and by accident provides one of the two products for which she is renowned – to wit, a large steaming deposit which completely envelops little Dickey.
The heat emanating from this mound energizes him, and the joy of revival causes him to sing praises.
A large farmyard cat on hearing the song investigates, retrieves little Dickey from the heap, and eats him. Aahhhh!
But the conclusions to be drawn from this unfortunate incident are threefold: