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 hunter 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 shoot the bear and then have a proper lunch."
>
> 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
> 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 pussy is probably in danger.
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