I am
exhausted! All this puttering about, I’m getting frustrated. Yes, it’s
definitely time for a bite. I must catch the smell, and quench my hunger. It’s
such an invigorating smell, delicious, tantalizing, and intoxicating. I need
blood!
Circling about the creek, I deduce there is nothing
palatable there. Wait, yes, in the distance, a faint sweetness. I’m drawn to
the delicacy.
The young fisherman raises his hand, he brushes something near
his ear and swats absent mindedly at the object of his annoyance. He is
concentrating on keeping his eye on the lure.
How dare he swat me away! I must try a different more
subtle approach then...…buzzzz. Ah, a tender ear, nah, too obvious. I could be
swatted away again with more disastrous results than the last time. How about
on the neck, hmmm? See, his eye is fixed only on the water’s surface.
I approach as silently and stealthily, as I am able. That
splashing I hear at the water’s edge may aid my stealth. I’m salivating at the
thought of dinner, at last! Crawling ever so carefully along the flesh, I
approach. Hairs on the back of the neck impede my progress, and I make haste so
I do not lose my chance. Dinner smells alluring, enchanting. Anticipation is
half the fun of eating, oh the warm tangy goodness of it all.
A little pinch here and he’ll never know it. Alright!
Delightfully delicious! Smacking my proboscis, I am contentedly full. I slink
away into the evening.
Gee, maybe I overdid it, I’m quite bloated
it seems. Smack! It seems like that hand is after me again. Whew, that was
close. I guess I was a little too greedy; it was foolish of me to over-eat,
again. It was such a good meal but being so full does have a tendency to dull
my wits a bit and slow my flight. I’ll just rest here awhile, away from that
smacking hand, right here, on this nice leaf. Wow this leaf is rocking me gently
to sleep, floating, as it is, on the water’s edge.
Snap! The lights go out and it’s
all over. That fish wanted
dinner, too.