So there's a fly...

... Floating 12 inches above a lake.
There's a trout watching the fly, and he thinks to himself "If that fly falls six inches, I can jump up and catch it. "

There's a bear watching the trout watching the fly, and the bear thinks to himself "If that fly falls six inches, the trout will jump out of the water and I can grab it and eat it."

There's a hunter watching the bear watching the trout watching the fly. The hunter thinks to himself "If that fly falls six inches, the trout will jump up to eat it and I can shoot the bear while he's grabbing and eating the trout."

There's a mouse watching the hunter watching the bear watching the trout watching the fly. The mouse thinks to himself "If that fly falls six inches, the trout will jump out of the water, the bear will grab the trout, and the hunter will drop his grilled cheese sandwich to shoot the bear, and I can get his sandwich."


There's a cat watching the mouse watching the hunter watching the bear watching the trout watching the fly. The cat thinks to himself "If that fly falls six inches, the trout will jump out of the water, the bear will grab the trout, and the hunter will drop his grilled cheese sandwich to shoot the bear, the mouse will eat his sandwich, and I can eat the mouse."

So the fly falls six inches. The trout gets the fly, the bear gets the trout, the hunter drops his sandwich and shoots the bear, the mouse starts to nibble on the sandwich, and the cat pounces towards the mouse, but misses and falls I to the lake.

Moral of the story: If the fly falls six inches, the pussy gets wet.