“Time for bed little fly,” mummy
fly called from across the room.
“Five more minutes,” the little fly
buzzed.
“Be careful of that hand.”
“I will.”
“Come here now,” mummy fly shouted
from a nook in the room above a high display cabinet.
The Little fly flew towards his
mother buzzing in a way that allowed his mum to know that he was not happy with
her.
“What have I told you about the humungours?”
Mrs fly said, “you need to be so careful of the humungours. Legend has it that
the humungours built everything around us. They control the whole of the world.
They also do not like flies and will do everything they can to destroy us. Not
even kill us, destroy us.
“I had an aunt once who was part of
the biggest family of flies we know of. There were hundreds of them. Anyway the
humungours eventually called other humungours and they came and sprayed the
house with some rain that killed all of my aunt’s family. One escaped to warn
other parts of the family not to live in too close to each other as otherwise
the humungours might kill us all with that rain they used on my aunt.”
“I know mum,” little fly replied,
“I know that when I’m buzzing I have to be careful of the humungours flattening
me with their hands or fly flatteners.”
“Exactly, and you know when you are
flying? When you stop and move naturally towards what is below you, the ground
the humungours call it. Don’t land there. There are fliers called Wasps, that
often land on the ground and the humungours squish them under their legs, which
are much bigger than ours.
While we are talking about this, a
little fly should stay away from wasps. They have the ability to inject you
with poison which will kill you a slow and painful death. Wasps are the
greediest of all fliers, obviously the humungours are the greediest of all
creatures living on the planet. Wasps want to take the flower dust, that bees
use to make their food, for themselves; even though they do nothing with it.
They are called drones because they have one track minds. The only thing they
can think of doing is looking for food for their leader; fat wasp female. If
you get in the way of any wasps they will kill you. Avoid them at all costs.
Some humungours are scared of them, I have never known of a humungour that was
scared of a fly; but many fear wasps.”
“Okay mum, can I go now,” little
fly said.
“Wait wait,” mummy fly replied, “I
need to tell you about the ground. If you land on the ground the humungours
might step on you. Although they have only two legs they are much bigger than our
legs. They use them to squish every type of flier and creeper they come across.
Be so careful that if you land you land not on the ground but on things that
the humungours will perceive you as upside down or vertical as they generally
will not squish you then.”
“How do I know if I am upside down
to them though?” little fly asked.
“When you are flying generally, the
way your legs point is towards the ground. See down there,” mummy fly said
looking from their nook over the display cabinet, “that’s the ground,” she said
as she took to the air.
Her buzz was less excitable and
fast then that of her little fly, “see when I fly, my legs naturally point down
that way.”
“Okay,” little fly said as he
buzzed as well, “so then this is the upper place we should land,” little fly
said as he landed on the ceiling.
“The humungours build their
buildings a little too tall for themselves, meaning that they cannot reach us
up there without help from something else.”
“Is there anything else I should be
worrying about?” little fly said hoping all of this information could be sorted
all at once.
“As well as humungours, the ground
and wasps?” mummy fly said as she thought about what else little fly needs to
avoid, “well,” she began, “there are cats, dogs, bats and some other animals,
smaller than humungours, that will eat you if you get too close to them. There
are lights that will burn you to death. Lights are things that allow humungours
to see. They even have special ones, that are blue and warm; but they are
specially used to kill fliers and creepers.”
“Have you ever seen one of the blue
lights mum?”
“No, sometimes I think things such
as blue lights are flying myths, but one cannot be too careful of these things
little fly. You need to watch out for eight leg strings too.”
“What are eight leg strings?”
“They are these tiny little wires
that we can barely see, but they are terribly sticky. They are spun by the
eight legs. The eight legs eat flies as well as cats, bats, dogs and other
animals. They are creepers though, but unlike normal creepers the eight legs
have two extra legs. They spin these strings, which we cannot see, and when we
fly into them we get stuck. Then the eight legs inject us with poison and we
die and they eat us.”
“Mum?” little fly asked.
“Yes son?”
“Is there anything in the world
that doesn’t try and eat us?”
“Yes, butterflies don’t,” mummy fly
said as little fly settled down to sleep.
“Mummy?” little fly said sleepily.
“Yes little fly?”
“I like butterflies the bestest.”
“Me too, little fly, now, get some
sleep.” Mummy fly said as the humungour turned off the light.
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