The Wealthy Blowfly

My safe was hidden in the wall, I had cemented it inside, but in that year, in early Fall I tagged along for a brief ride in a Mercedes six-point-nine. Was hooked on it in nothing flat I whispered to her 'you'll be mine', and started counting dough at that. So, after working with the pick retrieved the safe to grab the gold I looked inside, poked with a stick to scrape the dust off and the mould. And then I saw him, all intact, a blowfly of a hefty size. Just sitting there, though dead, in fact he looked at me with saddened eyes. One foot was sitting on a pile, all notes of high denomination. I counted them and in a while a most unusual sensation took hold of me and then I learned, that this big fly had been delirious 'cause when his life had been adjourned, he sat upon a pile, I'm serious of riches and could claim to be the rightful owner, rather clever. He never worried about me and was the richest blowfly ever.