Legend tells of three American expeditioners on the hunt in the deepest,
darkest jungles of Africa. They were searching for the rarest of all birds
- the great foo bird. The riches and fame to be gained by the mere
possesion of such a creature had them chomping at the bits. But there was
an element of danger...

The local natives warned them that, should the bird's droppings happen to
hit them, they should in no way wipe it off - lest they die!

The three brave souls set out. They decided they could cover more ground if
they split up, so they did. The first hunter heard the strangest
high-pitched noise behind him. He turned around and looked up to behold the
great foo bird in all its glory. The bird's bowels let loose and hit the
man's arm. He grimaced and wiped it off - and immediately died. Another
hunter heard his screams and came running. As he came upon his partner he
couldn't help but hear the same high- pitched scream. As he looked up, he
too was hit. He remembered the natives warning too late, he had already
wiped off his arm and died. The third man, hearing the commotion, came
running. Seeing the killer guano on each man's arm he deducted what must
have happened. Just then the great foo bird decorated his arm. He started
to wipe it off but seeing his lost friends, he stopped. The pain was
unbearable but he managed to capture the bird anyway. Although he could
never wash his arm, he lived a life of riches and fame.

The moral of the story: When the foo shits, wear it!