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Two friends were big game hunters. Every once and awhile, they'd get together and admire the other's recent trophy.

One evening, Lou sees that Fred has a small bird's head mounted and hung on his trophy wall.

"You gotta be kidding! A small bird? C'mon, that's a joke, isn't it?", asks Lou.

"Don't put down that bird, Lou. That is the Foo Bird. THE most dangerous animal I have ever hunted. Many have gone crazy trying to hunt one!!", says Fred

Not to be out done, Lou immediately goes to Africa to organize a hunt. In every village he goes looking for porters to carry his gear, the mere mention of the Foo Bird sends the natives into a frenzy. None will sign on to hunt with him. Finally, after many tries and bribes, he does find a tribe who will guide his hunt. And off they go, into the jungle, looking for the Foo Bird.

They come into a clearing and there, as on Fred's wall, is a whole flock of Foo's. The tribal chief grabs Lou and tells him to run for his life. His tribe scatters. But Lou wants his trophy, not to be out done by Fred. He aims his gun but the noise from the tribe scares the Foos. They take flight. One starts to dive bomb Lou. He swats it away but it comes back and poops on his head. Lou takes a shot but misses. He tries to wipe the poop off his forehead and it doesn't come off. He aims again and the poop is getting in his eyes. He tries to wipe it off again and still it does not come off.

Finally, he gives up. But with out the natives, he is lost in the jungle. Wandering around, lost, he continues to wipe the Foo poop with no success. Without food, water and being driven mad with the Foo poop, he staggers into a village finally, but totally insane. Covered in Foo Poop, never to hunt again.

Moral of this story? If the Foo sh*ts, wear it !