Two Fleas

A flea sat in the poodle's hair because he had been stationed there. His mother left to bug a cat that's where she stayed and soon got fat. One day the master brought some spray just when the poodle meant to play. He sprayed them both to kill the fleas but through the window came a breeze. It turned the vapours right around and soon he fell down to the ground. The fleas however were unscathed until they were quite roughly bathed inside a tub of foul solution that had come from an institution where poisons do originate to give all fleas with death a date. I sometimes wonder whether we should have the only right to be. Though, as a rule a flea is hiding it could mean that he's law-abiding and lives his life with honesty so leave him be, if you ask me. The little flea was left alive to rest inside the hair and thrive. He never figured out the reason that poodles do not, with the season lose hair and shed like other mutts (that's why they get those razor cuts) . But in the end he didn't care, lived by the motto laissez-faire.