There's a fly on the leaf of a tree branch over a stream and its
thinking it's a hot day so if I drop down six inches to the next leaf I
can get the coolness of the water. In the water is a fish that's
thinking if that fly drops down six inches to the next leaf I can jump
out of the water and eat it. Not so far away from the stream is a bear
that's thinking if that fly drops down six inches to the next leaf the
fish that's in the stream will jump out and eat it, I can then catch the
fish and eat it.
So the fly does drop six inches to the next leaf, the fish jumps out of
the water and eats the fly, the bear grabs the fish, the hunter drops
his sandwich and shoots the bear, the mouse runs for the sandwich and
the cat runs after the mouse misses falls in the water and gets wet.
What's the moral of this story: Every time a fly drops down six inches
there's always a pussy in trouble