There was a young bird that had headed south too late. As the north wind blew against him, he was just  too cold to fly any more. Falling to earth, he landed in a pasture,  freezing to death. A bull passed over him, covering the freezing bird in hot dung. Suddenly the bird realized as he regained strength, that the dung was keeping him warm and alive. Singing a little song of joy, he lay beneath the warm dung. A cat passing by heard the singing, and pushing the dung aside, ate the bird.
And the moral of the story is not everyone who shits on you is bad, not everyone who gets you out of shit is good and when you are in shit, best to keep your mouth shut.