My life was good....get some food, hang about a bit, get some more food and the day's done. Sure there were a few work related hassles like the occasional fly swatter or so that landed on target, but all in all, it was a good life.
My home was a small patch of manure near a group of apartments. A lot of people turn up their noses at the smell maybe, but for me nothing quite says home like a whiff of cow poop!!! Mom,pop, and my brothers three...we were family. Noisy, whirring,flying all the time...but life was fun.
I liked my circle of friends too...we'd just graduated to flying by ourselves and I was quite the guy ..even if I do say so myself. We hung about where people could see us just to get them thinking they'd got us at last and then just before the swatter could land we'd take off whizzing past their ears for the fun of it. Everything was a competition...who could whiz into the grumpy man's trash can and right back out before he could shut us in..who could take a leak in the little brat's milk before he drank it (that was always funny..the mom screaming as though the kid would die cos we'd dipped our feet in the milk...welllll...maybe ...but still too much of a reaction). Like I said, life was good. Uncomplicated. Then she happened.
She was just a girl-fly...the same in everyone's eyes..black, wings, antennae...you get the picture. But to me she was all eyes. Her eyes...aww. Big and cute. Not that I fell for those things you know... I had enough women chasing ME. But this gal was different. I'd known her all my life of course. Everybody knew everyone in the heap. Well the long and short of it was, I fell in love. And she never once looked at me. She was way too cool...faster than me and more of a daredevil if that was possible. We were soulmates except she didn't know it. So I had the family make the introductions, carried her food to the heap for a couple of days, tried to smell really good (smell's important for flies you know) and then I asked her out. The surprise was that she accepted at all. AND she had a really good time.
That's when I got involved... I should've left it as a really nice girlfriend and not planned a life with her you know.. us, three kids, a small part of the heap to call home...perfect. And she agreed, of course. I told you we were soul mates. I let myself get INVOLVED!!! So we planned a little wedding...just us and the family. It was a gorgeous day and we did the little fly mating dance the traditional way, waggled our bottoms at the guests and took off for our flight together. That's when she had a harebrained idea...hey let's go to the brat's house (the one whose milk we used to dip our toes in remember?) and make out in the kitchen...that should freak the woman out and it'll be cool...and I agreed!!! Idiot, idiot, idiot.
And so off we flew, hand in hand to the kitchen...it was fun I'll admit, making out midair in that sparkly kitchen.That's when I noticed something was wrong..the woman was just too quiet!!! Let's get out of here I said...oh not to worry! now keep doing what you were just doing she said...
SWAT!!! We both landed on the floor..I had bruised my legs and was hobbling but I managed to jump out of the way of the second thwack that came fast and the third and the fourth...that's when I realized, she wasn't thwacking ME, she was thwacking HER!!!! My poor darling tried her best to hold on but there was just no chance...
The woman stopped...I realized she was looking at me on the floor but I didn't care...my love was dead! I hobbled over to touch her one last time...but there was no swatter coming after me...the woman was watching me...sorry for an act of love that she had destroyed...I touched my darling and then hopped away...the woman flicked me aside and picked up my sweetheart and threw her into the kitchen rubbish. My heart felt some peace. At least she had died and gone to heaven...
My home was a small patch of manure near a group of apartments. A lot of people turn up their noses at the smell maybe, but for me nothing quite says home like a whiff of cow poop!!! Mom,pop, and my brothers three...we were family. Noisy, whirring,flying all the time...but life was fun.
I liked my circle of friends too...we'd just graduated to flying by ourselves and I was quite the guy ..even if I do say so myself. We hung about where people could see us just to get them thinking they'd got us at last and then just before the swatter could land we'd take off whizzing past their ears for the fun of it. Everything was a competition...who could whiz into the grumpy man's trash can and right back out before he could shut us in..who could take a leak in the little brat's milk before he drank it (that was always funny..the mom screaming as though the kid would die cos we'd dipped our feet in the milk...welllll...maybe ...but still too much of a reaction). Like I said, life was good. Uncomplicated. Then she happened.
She was just a girl-fly...the same in everyone's eyes..black, wings, antennae...you get the picture. But to me she was all eyes. Her eyes...aww. Big and cute. Not that I fell for those things you know... I had enough women chasing ME. But this gal was different. I'd known her all my life of course. Everybody knew everyone in the heap. Well the long and short of it was, I fell in love. And she never once looked at me. She was way too cool...faster than me and more of a daredevil if that was possible. We were soulmates except she didn't know it. So I had the family make the introductions, carried her food to the heap for a couple of days, tried to smell really good (smell's important for flies you know) and then I asked her out. The surprise was that she accepted at all. AND she had a really good time.
That's when I got involved... I should've left it as a really nice girlfriend and not planned a life with her you know.. us, three kids, a small part of the heap to call home...perfect. And she agreed, of course. I told you we were soul mates. I let myself get INVOLVED!!! So we planned a little wedding...just us and the family. It was a gorgeous day and we did the little fly mating dance the traditional way, waggled our bottoms at the guests and took off for our flight together. That's when she had a harebrained idea...hey let's go to the brat's house (the one whose milk we used to dip our toes in remember?) and make out in the kitchen...that should freak the woman out and it'll be cool...and I agreed!!! Idiot, idiot, idiot.
And so off we flew, hand in hand to the kitchen...it was fun I'll admit, making out midair in that sparkly kitchen.That's when I noticed something was wrong..the woman was just too quiet!!! Let's get out of here I said...oh not to worry! now keep doing what you were just doing she said...
SWAT!!! We both landed on the floor..I had bruised my legs and was hobbling but I managed to jump out of the way of the second thwack that came fast and the third and the fourth...that's when I realized, she wasn't thwacking ME, she was thwacking HER!!!! My poor darling tried her best to hold on but there was just no chance...
The woman stopped...I realized she was looking at me on the floor but I didn't care...my love was dead! I hobbled over to touch her one last time...but there was no swatter coming after me...the woman was watching me...sorry for an act of love that she had destroyed...I touched my darling and then hopped away...the woman flicked me aside and picked up my sweetheart and threw her into the kitchen rubbish. My heart felt some peace. At least she had died and gone to heaven...
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