A fly, a fish, a bear, a hunter, a mouse and a cat

[Milkman]

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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 six inches I will feel the mist from the water and I will be refreshed."

There is a fish in the water thinking,

"Gosh, if that fly goes down six inches I can eat him."

There was a bear on the shore thinking,

"Gosh, if that fly goes down six inches that fish will jump
for the fly and I will grab the fish."

It also happened that a hunter was further up the bank of the river preparing to eat a cheese sandwich.

"Gosh," she thought "if that fly goes down six inches and that
fish jumps for it, that bear will go into the river and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and have a proper lunch."

A wee mouse hidden in the grass near the hunters foot was thinking,

"Gosh, if that fly goes down six inches and the fish jumps for the fly and the bear grabs for that fish and the hunter shoots at the bear and drops her cheese sandwich...I can have a good lunch."

A cat lurking in the bushes near the hunter was thinking,

"Gosh, if that fly does down six inches and that fish jumps for that fly and that bear grabs for the fish and that hunter shoots that bear and that mouse tries to get the cheese sandwich...I can pounce and have the mouse for lunch."

The poor fly is finally soooo hot and sooo dry that he heads down six inches towards the river.

The fish swallows the fly.
The bear grabs the fish.
The hunter shoots the bear and drops her sandwich.
The mouse grabs the cheese sandwich.
The cat jumps for the mouse.
The mouse ducks.
The poor cat ends up in the river soaking wet.

AND THE MORAL OF THE STORY MY DEAR FRIENDS.......












WHENEVER A FLY GOES DOWN SIX INCHES THERE IS SURE TO BE A SOAKING WET PUSSY!!!!​