THE FLY
Last Updated on Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00
The fresh smell of manure wafted from the inside of a barn. It caught the nose of a very hungry fly and in a second the fly went through the barn’s open door and sat himself on top of a big, steamy horse dropping.
It was so tasty, the fly kept eating until he was ready to burst. He decided to leave, but because he was so full, when he flapped his little wings, he went nowhere.
The fly looked around the barn, trying to figure out how he’d be able to get out of there. He finally spied a pitchfork standing up against a wall and he thought if he could walk to the top of the pitchfork, he could use it as a launch pad and surely be able to fly away.
It was an arduous walk, but the fly removed himself from the dungpile, walked across the floor to the pitchfork, then slowly made his way to the top. He flapped his wings, then pushed off his body.
But alas, he was still too heavy and fell to the floor and splattered when he landed.
The Moral of the Story: Don’t fly off the handle when you’re full of shit!!