The Fly and the Fish

One beautiful day, under a grove of trees, hovered a fly above a river. Swimming just below the fly was a fish,who thought to him self, 'If that fly drops down a little, I'll be able to jump up and eat him.'

Beyond the river, on the bank, a bear sat, watching the fly and the fish and pondering, 'Man, if that fly drops and the fish catches it, I'll have enough time to run into the river and get that fish.'

Behind the bear, a hunter was hidden, waiting,' If that fly drops, the fish catches the fly and the bear gets the fish, it'll be a perfect time to shoot that bear.'

Well, in the hills, not too far away from the hunter, a wildcat stocked about, watching the scenario and thinking, 'If that fly drops and the fish jumps up to catch the fly and the bear runs to catch the fish, then the hunter fires his weapon, I know something they don't know. The man has a bag of chips in his pocket and I'm going to have myself a snack!'

Sure enough, the fly dips down, the fish jumps up and eats the fly, the bear runs down and catches the fish and the hunter fires his gun and gets the bear, with the chips falling onto the ground. Taking his opportunity, the wildcat sprints down the hill and closes in on the bag, but misses it and slips on a strip of mud, sliding straight into the river.

What's the moral of this story?

Every time a fly drops, a pussy gets wet.