Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

Knowing we're all broad minded, I'm passing on this chuckle from a very good friend of mine- Let's just say, if you don't subscribe to the Romantic Times already, why not?Anyway, here's K's story



Subject: Fly by the lake



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 move 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 moves down

three inches, I can eat him."



There was a bear on the shore thinking, "Gosh...if that fly moves 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 moves

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."



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 moves 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 room the banks of this particular lake around lunch time

-

"Gosh... if that fly moves 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.




And now for the Ciao!

In fact, Ciao, Italia!

My fairy helpers are already fluttering to the Post Office with padded book bags for those German-speaking readers who have contacted me already, (and I'm told we still have a few German translations left), but now it's time to send some books to Italian-speaking readers...

So, don't be shy, you don't have to buy them, these are a gift from me. Just send your snail mail and name if you want either a German or Italian translation-

Don't forget to mark your mail with the language you require!

Happy reading everyone!
Love from Susan