“Yeah, ah, can I help you, fly?” I asked while swatting the annoying little creature that seemed awfully into my shoulder.
She said, “No, no, you’re doing very well, you’re all big and stationary and blue and that.” I have a lot of shirts, most of them the same blue one.
“I can help,” called out our pet rabbit. “I’m all set to eat a raisin.”
I swatted at the fly again, but she just landed on my ear.
I asked the fly, “If I walked over to the outside, you think you could take off from there?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she said. “That would be great!”
I stood slowly so as not to set off any reflexive extra flying around. Our rabbit said, “Maybe two if I tried. Yes, that’d be at least twice as good.” And I made my way, scooting sideways, to the door, where I fumbled getting the screen door unlatched because that always happens.
“There you go,” I told the fly while swatting at her again, and went back inside, where the rabbit offered to stretch himself out and try eating a whole three raisins.
I sat down, and that’s when the fly landed on my shoulder again.
“Come on, what did I just walk you outside for?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the fly. “I thought you just wanted to step out for a second? Anyway, you’re back here now.”
“Four raisins,” called our rabbit, “and that’s my final offer!”