A lake and a cat.

There once was a lake. A normal, blue-ish lake. 60 centimetres above that lake, flies a fly. A normal fly. 30 centimetres under the surface of the lake, a salmon is swimming.

The salmon think, if the fly flies 30 centimetres lower, I'll jump and eat the fly.

Close to the salmon, standing in the water, is a bear. This bear thinks that if the fly would only fly 30 centimetres lower, the salmon would jump to swallow the fly, and the bear would be able to catch the salmon.

On the edge of the river is a hunter with a gun. He thinks that if the fly would fly 30 centimetres lower, the salmon would swallow the fly, the bear would catch the salmon and he would be able to shoot the bear.

The hunter has a block of cheese in his back pocket. Behind the hunter is a mouse. The mouse thinks that if the fly would fly 30 centimetres lower, the salmon would swallow the fly, the bear would catch the salmon, the hunter would shoot the bear, the block of cheese would fall out of his back pocket and the mouse would be able to eat the cheese.

Behind the mouse is a cat. The cat thinks that if the fly would fly 30 centimetres lower, the salmon would jump to eat the fly, the bear would eat the salmon, the hunter would shoot the bear, the cheese would fall, the mouse would be distracted by the cheese and he would jump to eat the mouse.

And then it happens.

The fly flies 30 centimetres lower, the salmon eats the fly, the bear catches the salmon, the hunter shoots, the cheese falls, the mouse eats the cheese, the cat jumps!

And falls into the water.

What is the moral of this story?





The longer the foreplay the wetter the pussy.