In the dead of summer a male fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. A hot,
dry male 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 trophy.”
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…
2007-04-09
21:18:30
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