It is winter again...: Naked Truths of Life from a Modern Fable

The gradual decrease of the day and prolonged nights signaled the approaching winter in the northern hemisphere of the earth.  In our calendar months, it sets in the mid-November. Animals unlike human beings are intuitive. They perfectly read the language of the nature. Every one of them was busy with their ‘winter-rituals’. Most of them migrate, some hibernate, some go into hidings with the food reserved until spring and handful effect physical changes to adapt to the season. This group of swallows, the long-distant migrant, began their journey. 

An uncompromising bird among them, stayed on unwilling to leave. The winter grew cruel with blizzards, high precipitation and the prolonged dampness. He was alone, with hardly anyone around but snow. It was as if the world had drowned in the sea of snow. Having had lost all his energy and the fear of death, he decides to move warmer places. Alas! His efforts to fly were obstructed by the strong blizzards and high snowfall. Fatigued with hunger, wings heavy with snow, he dropped unconscious losing all his hope. He was also drowned in the sea of snow. A cow, which passed that way, shat on him. Warmed by the heat of the dunk he regained conscience and sang in joy. The cat took notice of him. It cleared the dung and ate him.