A Hot Summer's Afternoon

A fly sat on a blade of grass and leisurely there scratched his ass. The leaf was drooping due to heat the summer sun was a repeat of last year when so many died dehydrated and later fried. Beneath the fly there flowed a stream white caps and boulders smooth as cream. The sun was threatening to end the insect's life there in South Bend. That's when he said 'if I could climb down to the water's edge in time the mist would cool my down for sure.' Down in the stream a large, mature and hungry fish with eagle eyes said to himself, 'I love those flies if he comes down to cool his back I'll confiscate him as a snack.' The fly was hurting from the glare and did not see the grizzly bear who was concealed in the tall grass and said I'll get his little ass.' Meaning of course that if the fly would give the cooling stream a try. And whereupon the hungry fish would leap to get his insect dish. The bear would grab the water creature he'd practiced often the procedure. A little further in the trees stood eating sourdough with cheese a hunter with a Remington aware of all the goings-on. He reasoned if the fly would go just briefly to the stream below the fish would grab the stupid fly the bear would grunt his jungle cry and he, the hunter then would claim his trophy through the rifle's aim. Behind the hunter, in the shade was crouched a cat that watched the blade that showed the fly still sitting still while all were waiting for the kill. He figured if the fly descended down to the water, undefended the fish would gobble up his prize but in a second a surpise would come like lightning as a winner the paw would snatch his wiggling dinner. The cat surmised that in the tension and through the deadly intervention the hunter's sandwich would then fall the cat would snatch it, that was all. You guessed it, as the shot rang out the fly was swallowed by the trout, the bear received the struggling fish fulfilled his culinary wish and cat retrieved the bread with cheese then jumped for pleasure and with ease, zigzagging all across the ground into the water where he drowned. What is the moral, can you guess? Well, let me tell you, hold the press. A fly that seeks the water's edge and causes a big trout to pledge as well as triggers a huge bear to confiscate his slipp'ry share will soon appear in hunter's sight and as the shooter drops his bite.... let opportunity arise...! The hunter's sandwich be the prize. And through the telescope, Sir Hubble observes: Fly down means puss' in trouble.