This is a story about
There is a moral to this story……
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 three inches,
I will feel the mist
from the water and I will be refreshed.’
There was a fish in the water thinking,
It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank
of the stream 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.’
Now, you probably think this is
enough activity on one river bank,
but I can tell you there’s more….
A wee mouse by the hunter’s 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..
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 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…
Didn’t see that one coming,did you?