The Fly

In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.
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, "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 grab him."
It also happened that a hunter was further 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."
You probably think that this is enough activity for one bank of a
lake,but I can tell you there was more.

A wee mouse by the hunters 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, that
dumb hunter will shoot the bear and he will drop that 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 the mouse makes off with the cheese sandwich, then
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 and the cat falls into the water and drowns.

The moral of this story is!!!!!

Whenever a fly goes down three inches....some pussy is in serious danger