|
Written by Shaniur T I M Nabi
|
|
Thursday, 29 May 2008 |
|
In the heat of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. A hot, dry 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 eating a cheese sandwhich. "Gosh," he thought, "if that fly goes down three inches... and man what a shamethat 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 for one bank of a lake, but wait, there's more.]
A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "Gosh...if that fly goes down three inches... and that that fish... the dumb hunter will drop his cheese sandwich and shoot the bear, and ill grab the sandwhich." A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought, "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 tries to grab the cheese sandwich...then I can have mouse for lunch.
"The poor fly is so thirsty 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 a pussy is in danger!
Add as favourites (0) | Quote this article on your site | Views: 3074
Powered by AkoComment Tweaked Special Edition v.1.4.6 AkoComment © Copyright 2004 by Arthur Konze - www.mamboportal.com All right reserved |