One day way up north in the “land of sky blue waters” a fly was out buzzing around the mighty Mississippi river. An area where the river is only about a stones throw across. He was buzzing around about a foot or so above the surface of the water. Just below the surface was a big ole fish watching this fly buzz around. He thought to himself, “that fly is a little high for me but if that fly were to drop just 6” I could leap out of the water and catch that fly and have a nice snack.”

On the bank was a big Black Bear and he had seen that big ole fish and that fly buzzing around. He thought to himself, “ if that fly would drop just 6” then that big ole fish would leap out of the water and try to catch that fly and I would be able to grab that fish and have me a nice fish dinner.”

Well, on the other bank was a hunter who had stopped to eat his lunch, a cheese sandwich. He saw that fly and that big ole fish and the big Black Bear and thought to himself, “if that fly would drop just 6” then that big ole fish would leap out of the water and try to catch that fly and that big Black Bear would try to grab that fish, and when he did I could raise my rifle and shoot that bear and have me some nice bear meat for my freezer and a bear rug to boot.”

Now watching all this was mouse a little ways from the hunter observing what was going on. He thought to himself, “if that fly would drop just 6” then that big ole fish would leap out of the water and try to catch that fly and that big Black Bear would try to grab that fish, and when he did the hunter would put down his cheese sandwich and raise his rifle and try to shoot that Bear. We he does I could run out there and steal that cheese sandwich for my dinner”

Just on the other side of the hunter was a cat; she was keeping her on the mouse and watching what was going on. She thought to herself, “if that fly would drop just 6” then that big ole fish would leap out of the water and try to catch that fly and that big Black Bear would try to grab that fish, and when he did the hunter would put down his cheese sandwich and raise his rifle and try to shoot that Bear. That mouse would run out there and try to steal that cheese sandwich and when he does I can pounce on him and have him for my dinner”

Well the fly continued to buzz around enjoying the day when all of a sudden he dropped about 6” lower. Well the big ole fish saw this and leaped out of the water catching the fly, the Black bear seeing this made a grabbed and caught the fish, the hunter dropped his sandwich and raise his gun and shot the bear, the mouse ran out grabbed the sandwich, and the cat leaped out to pounce on the mouse but missed tumbling into the water getting drenched.

Do you know what the moral of the story is?

When a fly drops 6”, a pussy gets wet!