My father (whose family hailed from the St. Wolfgangsee area of Austria) used to tell a little story about a boy named Hans. It seems Hans' father found his son outside every morning digging up piles of manure. Finally, he called out, "Hans! Why do you keep digging that manure every morning?"
To which Hans replied, "Well, with all this Scheisse, Papa, there has to be a pony somewhere!"
That pretty much sums me up in a nutshell.