Five birds were sitting on a telephone wire. The wind blew and swirled around them when the first little bird shivered and said, "My instincts tell me to fly south." And, he hopped off the wire catching the breeze under his little wings. The second little bird gazed after his friend until he could not see him anymore. The wind blew and swirled around them and the second little bird shivered and said, "My instincts tell me to fly

east." And, off the wire he came, grasping the wind under his wings. The three remaining little birds watched him fly away when the third little bird shouted, "My instincts tell me to fly west" and off he went into the air with a deafening squawk. The fourth little bird rustled his feathers together, preening the tip of his wings and looked up and said, "My instincts tell me to fly north" and off he flew. Several minutes later the last of the little birds (Who was a little hard of hearing) sat on the wire with the cool wind swirling about him and looked around and said "Hum! My end stinks, but it don't tell me where to go".