In the heat of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.
The hot, dry fly said to no one in particular, "Gosh...if I go down
three inches I will feel the mist from the water and I will be
refreshed."
There was a fish in the water thinking, "Gosh...if that fly goes
down three inches, I can eat him."
There was a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh...if that fly goes
down three inches that fish will jump for the fly...and I will grab
him."
There was a hunter farther around the bank of the lake preparing
to eat a cheese sandwich....
"Gosh," he thought, "if that fly goes down three inches...and that
fish leaps for it...that bear will expose himself and grab for the
fish . I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch."
Now you probably think there has been enough activity, but I can
tell you there's more....
A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh if that fly
goes down three inches...and that fish jumps for that fly... and
that bear grabs for that fish...the dumb hunter will shoot the
bear and drop his cheese sandwich."
A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought, as was
fashionable to do on the banks of this particular lake around
lunch time "Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches...and that
fish jumps for that fly ... and that bear grabs for that fish and
that hunter shoots that bear...and that mouse makes off with the
cheese sandwich .. then I can have mouse for lunch."
The poor fly is finally so hot and so dry that he heads down for
the cooling mist of the water.
The fish swallows the fly... The bear grabs the fish... The hunter
shoots the bear.. The mouse grabs the cheese sandwich... The cat
jumps for the mouse.. The mouse ducks...The cat falls into the
water and drowns.
The moral of the story is:
Whenever a fly goes down three inches, some ***** is in serious
danger. :002: