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!!
