[at-l] Flies - Problems?

[zarfmarf at velocityhsi.com (Kelly)]

In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. A 

hot, dry fly who 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 eat 

him." 

 

It also happened that a hiker was farther up 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 photograph the bear 

and then have a great story for the AT-L." 

 

You probably think this is enough activity for one bank of a lake, 

but I can tell you there was 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 hiker will photograph 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 

hiker photos 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 hiker photos the bear, The mouse grabs the 

cheese sandwich, The cat jumps for the mouse, The mouse ducks, and 

The cat falls into the water and drowns. 

 

The moral of the story is: 

 
Whenever a fly goes down three inches, Some pussy is probably in 

danger!