Poor Little Housefly

Buzzing, I leapt into my hole.
Those humans couldn’t get me here.
I straightened my wings. The sun was rising, and I’m hungry. Having two newborns didn’t help. Flapping my wings, I went across into the fresh air. I just stopped for a while to bask into the sun. breath the fresh air and feel my body falling gracefully. Wait, What? I’m falling, and that’s fine but there’s a sudden stop at the end. I trusted myself up and continued flapping. For some reason, humans have big openings in their structures. Whenever I go into these openings, I come down with a crash. Maybe it’s a spider’s web, but stronger. It’s a mystery towards Fly kind. We just can’t figure it out. Anyway, I found some fruits and vegetables inside the human structure. I gorged on them, savouring every bite.

Thwack!

What was that? I straigtered up and fixed my crooked wings. Was that a human dropping something?

I looked up to see a descending big stick with a large surface attached to it.

Thwick!

I drifted in and out of consciousness my life flashed before me: flying into the electrocutor-zapper-flashing thingumabob, getting evicted by humans in my housewarming party, suffering an injury form getting hit during my wife giving birth, getting attacked every birthday.

It’s lucky I’m still alive.

After tucking myself into bed, I was oblivious to human hand crashing down on me.