There is a moral to this story, but not exactly the one most of us are
expecting!

In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.
The 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
downthree 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 grab 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."

Now, you probably think this is enough activity on one bank of a lake,
but I can tell you there's 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 lunch
time
"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 serious
danger.***