The Fly

[Caley Fish]

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: