There is a moral to this story, but not exactly the one most of us are
expecting!
In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.
The hot,
dry fly who said to no one in particular, "Gosh...if I go down five
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
five inches, I can eat him. There was a bear on the
shore thinking, "Gosh...if that fly goes down five inches that fish
will jump for the fly...and I will grab him!"
It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake
preparing to eat a cheese sandwich.... "Gosh," he thought, "if that fly
goes down five 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 this is enough activity on one bank of a lake
but Ican tell you there's more....
A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh if that fly goes
down five 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 and I can grab the cheese.
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 five
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 five inches, some
pussy is in serious danger.
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