This is a story about a Fly, a Fish, a Bear, a Hunter, a Mouse and a Cat
There is a moral to this story...
In the dead of summer a fly was resting among leaves beside a stream. 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, 'Gish...if that fly goes down three inches, I can eat hi.'
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 the fish!!'
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 have a proper lunch.'
Now, you probably think this is enough activity on one river bank, 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 ofthis particular river 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 dry that he heads down for the coolling 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 and the cat falls in the water and drowns.
Now, the moral of the story:
Whenever a fly goes down three inches, some pussy is gonna be in serious danger.