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In the dead of summer, a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake. A hot,
dry fly who said to no one in particular, "Gosh . . . if I go down three
inches . . . I will feel the mist from the water and I will be refreshed."
There was a fish in the water thinking, "gosh . . . if that fly goes down
three inches, I can eat him." There was a bear on the shore thinking,
gosh . . . if that fly goes down three inches . . . that fish will
jump for the fly . . . and I will eat him."

It also happened that a hunter was farther up the bank of the lake
preparing to eat a cheese sandwich. "Gosh," he thought, "if that fly
goes down three inches . . . and that fish leaps for it . . . that bear
will expose himself and grab for the fish. I'll shoot the bear and
then have a proper lunch."

You probably think this is enough activity for one bank of a lake,
but I can tell you there was more.

A wee mouse by the hunter's foot was thinking, "gosh . . . if that
fly goes down three inches . . . and that fish jumps for that fly . . .
and that bear grabs for that fish . . . the dumb hunter will shoot the
bear and drop his cheese sandwich."
A cat lurking in the bushes took in this scene and thought (as was
fashionable to do on the banks of this particular lake around
lunchtime), gosh . . . if that fly goes down three inches . . . and that
fish jumps for that fly . . . and that bear grabs for that fish . . . and
that hunter shoots that bear . . . and that mouse makes off with the
cheese sandwich . . . then I can have mouse for lunch."

The poor fly is finally so hot and so dry that he heads down for 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 . . .
The cat falls into the water and drowns.

The moral of the story is . . . .
Whenever a fly goes down three inches . . . some pussy is probably in
danger.