Courtesy of "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy.
A man had two sons, Pete and Stuart. Pete was an optimist. Stuart was a pessimist.
On their thirteenth birthday their father gave Stuart an expensive watch, a carpentry set, and a bicycle. In Pete's room, he filled it with horse dung.
When Stuart opened his presents, he grumbled all morning. He hadn't wanted a carpentry set, he didn't like the watch and the bicycle had the wrong kind of tires. When their father went to Pete's room, he couldn't see him, but he could hear the sound of frantic shoveling and heavy breathing. Horse dung was flying all over the room.
"What in heaven's name are you doing?" the father shouted.
A voice came from deep inside the dung. "Well, Father," Pete said, "if there's so much shit around, there has to be a pony somewhere!"
*So, let the moral of the story be: if Life hands you shit, start looking for a pony!*
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