Chain Reactions
In the dead of summer, a fly is resting on a leaf beside a
lake. A hot, dry fly, who says to no one in particular, "Gosh,
if I move down three 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 comes down three inches I can eat him."
There is a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh, if that
fly goes down three inches the fish will jump for the fly and
I will eat him."
It also happens that there is a hunter further up the bank
of the lake preparing to eat a cheese sandwich. "Gosh,"
he thinks, "if that fly moves down three inches and the
fish leaps for it, that bear will expose himself and grab for
the fish, I'll shoot him then sit down and enjoy my lunch."
You probably think this is enough activity for one bank of
one lake, but there is also a wee mouse hiding by the hunter's
foot. The mouse is thinking, "Gosh, if that fly goes down
three
inches, and that fish jumps for that fly and the bear grabs
the fish, this dumb hunter will shoot the bear and drop his
cheese sandwich."
A cat lurking in the bushes takes in this entire scene and
thinks, "Gosh, if that fly moves down three inches, and
the fish jumps for that fly, and the bear grabs the fish, and
the hunter shoots that bear, and the mouse bites into that cheese
sandwich, then I'll have a nice fat mouse for my lunch."
The poor fly is finally so hot and dry that he heads down into
the cooling mist of the water. The fish swallows the fly ....
the bear grabs the fish... the hunter shoots the bear .... the
mouse grabs the cheese sandwich... the cat jumps for the mouse
.... the mouse ducks .... and the cat falls into the water and
drowns.
The Moral:
Whenever a fly goes down three inches, some pussy is probably
in danger.
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