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There is a moral to this story...... So Please read on!
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 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 the fish!!'
It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich.... who 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 river bank, but I can tell you there's more....
A little 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!'
A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought, (as was fashionable to do on the banks of this particular river 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.
NOW, The Moral Of The Story.... Whenever a fly goes down five inches,
Some *****'s going to be in serious danger.
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 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 the fish!!'
It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich.... who 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 river bank, but I can tell you there's more....
A little 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!'
A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought, (as was fashionable to do on the banks of this particular river 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.
NOW, The Moral Of The Story.... Whenever a fly goes down five inches,
Some *****'s going to be in serious danger.
