i met a fly on my windowsill yesterday.
i saw him sitting there and i had a joke in my mind that i was bursting to tell.
after i told him the joke, he flipped over on to his back, and he went into hysterical laughter.
i could tell he was in rapturous laughter because he was kicking his little legs an a frenzy of mirth, and he continued to kick his legs in the air for ages (longer than the joke warranted).
i watched him squirming on his back in a state of glee for about 5 minutes until i got bored and i then forgot about him and went to sleep.
after i woke up. i had another joke on my mind, so i returned to the fly and told him the joke, but he failed to respond.
he must have had a stroke or something the night before (maybe because he could not stop laughing about my previous joke) and he was dead.
my friends are always short lived!
what a world huh?