He was buzzing around and I was walking besides him, I was holding onto the thin string I had knotted around one of his legs.
This was for his own protection off course, I wouldn’t want him to run out into the street and get hit by a truck or something.
I can’t imagine my life without Mr. Fly buzzing about.
We became best friends when we saved each other’s lives, off course not at the same time.
When I first met Mr. Fly he got himself stuck to one of those yellow tapes hanging from the ceiling.
After I saved him from his impending dead we became friends and not long after he saved my life when I was sleepwalking on a hot summer night.
I was sleep walking through the house and eventually made my way back to my room and opened the balcony door.
He knew something was wrong and began poking my cheek by flying into it numerous times, but I didn’t notice and continued sleep walking and walked up onto the balcony.
When I wanted to climb up onto the railing and pretend I was a bird Mr. Fly flew up into one of my nostrils and tickled me awake.
I sneezed and he fell down into the backyard, luckily he was just fine and from that day on we have been inseparable.
We were on our way to the vet for his monthly checkup.
The average age of a fly is 21 days, and Mr. Fly was already 19 days old so was beginning to show some signs of aging. He had more trouble flying, mostly he got tired faster than he usually did, and we needed to change his diet into things his body could digest easier.
We had to wait in the waiting room with all the other pet owners and people were looking odd at us.
Most people brought their dog, cat or rabbit and here I was with my best friend, a fly.
Some people asked me question and I explained that he’s not my pet, and I don’t own him, but like my parents, they just don’t understand our relationship.
It was finally our turn and we went into the veterinarian’s office.
We sat down and the veterinarian did his routine of checkups especially made for Mr. Fly.
After writing down some stuff and typing on his keyboard he explained that Mr. Fly was getting closer to the end of his life, happy life the doctor added.
Mr. Fly didn’t seem affected by the news and we went back into the waiting room, we said goodbye to the nurse at the front desk and walked to the exit when a cute girl walked into the waiting room with a chameleon on her shoulder.
She smiled, I smiled back.
Damn she’s cute I thought to myself.
I stepped outside and thought I should go back in and get her number, but chickened out and continued to walk home when I noticed Mr. Fly was gone!
I looked everywhere, and kept calling out his name.
Mr. Fly!
Then I figured it out, the chameleon must have eaten him!
I ran back to the vet and when I was about to rush in the girl came out again and we collided knocking us both to the ground. I explained and she apologized that her chameleon at Mr. Fly, and gave her condolences.
What else could I do but accept, so we sat down on a the curb and I explained how Mr. Fly became friends, just like I have been doing this whole time.
She was moved and explained her chameleon hadnt eaten in over a week and was very skinny and might have died if it wasn’t for Mr. Fly.
His buzzing about provoked the internal instincts of her chameleon and he finally got his appetite back.
And this is also the story on how June and I became friends, or actually more than friends.
This was for his own protection off course, I wouldn’t want him to run out into the street and get hit by a truck or something.
I can’t imagine my life without Mr. Fly buzzing about.
We became best friends when we saved each other’s lives, off course not at the same time.
When I first met Mr. Fly he got himself stuck to one of those yellow tapes hanging from the ceiling.
After I saved him from his impending dead we became friends and not long after he saved my life when I was sleepwalking on a hot summer night.
I was sleep walking through the house and eventually made my way back to my room and opened the balcony door.
He knew something was wrong and began poking my cheek by flying into it numerous times, but I didn’t notice and continued sleep walking and walked up onto the balcony.
When I wanted to climb up onto the railing and pretend I was a bird Mr. Fly flew up into one of my nostrils and tickled me awake.
I sneezed and he fell down into the backyard, luckily he was just fine and from that day on we have been inseparable.
We were on our way to the vet for his monthly checkup.
The average age of a fly is 21 days, and Mr. Fly was already 19 days old so was beginning to show some signs of aging. He had more trouble flying, mostly he got tired faster than he usually did, and we needed to change his diet into things his body could digest easier.
We had to wait in the waiting room with all the other pet owners and people were looking odd at us.
Most people brought their dog, cat or rabbit and here I was with my best friend, a fly.
Some people asked me question and I explained that he’s not my pet, and I don’t own him, but like my parents, they just don’t understand our relationship.
It was finally our turn and we went into the veterinarian’s office.
We sat down and the veterinarian did his routine of checkups especially made for Mr. Fly.
After writing down some stuff and typing on his keyboard he explained that Mr. Fly was getting closer to the end of his life, happy life the doctor added.
Mr. Fly didn’t seem affected by the news and we went back into the waiting room, we said goodbye to the nurse at the front desk and walked to the exit when a cute girl walked into the waiting room with a chameleon on her shoulder.
She smiled, I smiled back.
Damn she’s cute I thought to myself.
I stepped outside and thought I should go back in and get her number, but chickened out and continued to walk home when I noticed Mr. Fly was gone!
I looked everywhere, and kept calling out his name.
Mr. Fly!
Then I figured it out, the chameleon must have eaten him!
I ran back to the vet and when I was about to rush in the girl came out again and we collided knocking us both to the ground. I explained and she apologized that her chameleon at Mr. Fly, and gave her condolences.
What else could I do but accept, so we sat down on a the curb and I explained how Mr. Fly became friends, just like I have been doing this whole time.
She was moved and explained her chameleon hadnt eaten in over a week and was very skinny and might have died if it wasn’t for Mr. Fly.
His buzzing about provoked the internal instincts of her chameleon and he finally got his appetite back.
And this is also the story on how June and I became friends, or actually more than friends.
