One day in the forest, there was a fly. And this fly was buzzing
around above the surface of a small stream in the woods.  Under the water was
a small fish who was thinking:  "When that fly drops four inches, boy oh boy,
it's lunch time."  So the fish waited and the fly kept buzzing.  Over on
the shore of the stream, there lumbered a large grizzly bear who was
observing this whole thing.  He grumbled to himself, "When that fish goes
for that fly, hmm, hmm, it's lunch time."  So the bear and the fish
waited while the fly kept buzzing.  At the same time, over in the woods,
there was a hunter who had been eating his lunch and watching this whole
thing transpire.  He said to himself,  "When that bear goes for that
fish, god dammit, I'm gonna have me a big trophy."  So they all waited
some more.  At the hunter's feet there was a mouse who stealthly worked
his way closer.  The mouse was saying to himself,  "When that hunter
grabs his gun to shoot that bear, he's going to drop that sandwich, then,
yummy, it's lunch time."  And so the tension mounted once again.  But
little did the mouse know that as he waited, the hunter's cat had hopped
from the back of his pickup truck and was on the prowl.  The cat said to
himself, "When that mouse goes for that sandwich, bam, he's a dead
motherfucker...lunch..."  So they all waited for the crucial moment.
Then all of the sudden,  the fly dropped four inches and the fish
jumped.  The bear went for the fish and the hunter grabbed his gun and
shot while the sandwich fell.  The mouse dove on the sandwich and the cat
followed and pounced on him.  Within a moment,  the hunter realized what
had happened exclaiming,  "Hey that's my lunch!"  He reached down and
ripped the cat off the sandwich and hurdled him into the water.


And what, pray tell, is the moral of this story?

Anytime there's a fly dropping four inches, there's a pussy getting wet
somewhere...