Dead of Summer
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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 have a proper lunch."
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 in danger.