It was a hot summer day on the bank of a little river at noon time. There was a fly hovering about 8 inches above the water - thinking - If I dropped down about four inches, the air closer to the water would be much cooler and life would be so much more bearable.
While this was going on there was a fish just under the surface looking up - thinking - if that fly drops down four inches it will be within range and I can jump out of the water and catch it and I'll have a fly for lunch.
Not far away in the bushes was a bear - thinking – if that fly goes down four inches, the fish will jump for the fly, and I will be able to grab the fish and have fish for dinner.
Just a little way up stream was a hunter sitting on a log having his lunch, and he was thinking - and if that fly goes down four inches, the fish will jump for the fly, the bear will jump for the fish, and in so doing he will expose himself and I will be able to shoot the bear.
Not far away was a little mouse, and he was thinking - if that fly goes down four inches, the fish will jump for the fly, the bear will jump for the fish, the hunter will drop his sandwich to shoot the bear, and I will be able to run off with the cheese from his sandwich, and have cheese for lunch.
Close by was a cat watching this and it was thinking - if that fly goes down four inches, the fish will jump for the fly, the bear will jump for the fish, the hunter will shoot the bear, the mouse will grab the cheese from his sandwich, and I will jump on the mouse and have mouse for lunch.
All was quiet for a moment --- then –
The fly dropped down four inches –
The fish jumped for the fly –
The bear jumped for the fish –
The hunter shot the bear –
The mouse grabbed the cheese –
And the cat jumped for the mouse ----
and missed - -
and fell into the river and drowned.
And the moral of this story is ----- Whenever a fly goes down four inches-- some pussy somewhere is in trouble.
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- 16 years, 11 months, 23 days ago