Post by Peace-=Of-God=- on Mar 8, 2005 14:59:59 GMT -5
My mother used to tell me this story, years ago. Today, in honor of her birthday, I'll tell it to all of the fine people here (and the rest of us as well ;D), as best I can remember it (with a few extra details thrown in from my own imagination).
A couple of houseflies were flying past a butcher shop when the aroma of the raw meat wafting through the open window attracted their attention. Since they were rather hungry, they decided that it wouldn't hurt any to stop in for a quick bite.
One fly proceeded to nibble on a side of beef that was lying on the butcher's block, but the other spied a premium 5-pound baloney stick up on a shelf and set his sights on that. He flew up onto the handle of the meat-grinder, and was able to reach the tasty treat from there.
After a minute or two, the first fly stopped to watch his friend up on the meat-grinder handle. "Haven't you had enough yet? We've got to get going before the butcher gets back with a flyswatter!" He shuddered at the thought and flew up to the windowsill to wait for his friend; however, his friend paid him no heed, continuing to chew away at the the baloney stick.
Finally, the fly decided that he had had enough, with only two pounds of the baloney stick remaining. He tried to fly away to join his friend on the windowsill -- but unfortunately, houseflies' wings were created to support the weight of a housefly, not the weight of an extra three pounds of meat. The fly plummeted like a rock, and at the end of his fall, the impact caused him to splatter all over the floor.
And of course, when your Mom tells you a story, there is almost always a moral to the story:
Don't fly off the handle when you're full of baloney! ;D
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A couple of houseflies were flying past a butcher shop when the aroma of the raw meat wafting through the open window attracted their attention. Since they were rather hungry, they decided that it wouldn't hurt any to stop in for a quick bite.
One fly proceeded to nibble on a side of beef that was lying on the butcher's block, but the other spied a premium 5-pound baloney stick up on a shelf and set his sights on that. He flew up onto the handle of the meat-grinder, and was able to reach the tasty treat from there.
After a minute or two, the first fly stopped to watch his friend up on the meat-grinder handle. "Haven't you had enough yet? We've got to get going before the butcher gets back with a flyswatter!" He shuddered at the thought and flew up to the windowsill to wait for his friend; however, his friend paid him no heed, continuing to chew away at the the baloney stick.
Finally, the fly decided that he had had enough, with only two pounds of the baloney stick remaining. He tried to fly away to join his friend on the windowsill -- but unfortunately, houseflies' wings were created to support the weight of a housefly, not the weight of an extra three pounds of meat. The fly plummeted like a rock, and at the end of his fall, the impact caused him to splatter all over the floor.
THE END
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And of course, when your Mom tells you a story, there is almost always a moral to the story:
Don't fly off the handle when you're full of baloney! ;D
