Lawn Cher'
September 27th, 2006, 10:50
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 move 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 moves
down three inches, I can eat him."
There was a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh... if that fly moves
down three inches that fish will jump for the fly... and I will grab
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
moves 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 this is enough activity on one bank of a lake, but
I can tell you there's more...
A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh... if that fly
moves 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 moves 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 in serious danger.
The hot, dry fly said to no one in particular, "Gosh... if I move 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 moves
down three inches, I can eat him."
There was a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh... if that fly moves
down three inches that fish will jump for the fly... and I will grab
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
moves 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 this is enough activity on one bank of a lake, but
I can tell you there's more...
A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh... if that fly
moves 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 moves 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 in serious danger.