The Life of a Fly Named Bill
The Life of a Fly Named Bill
Safe and warm under the stinking, rotting, festering pile of compost, wriggled a little brown maggot called Bill. Life was very nice for Bill, eating decomposing vegetables all day, while he was slowly morphing into the fly that he was soon to become. He lay there dreaming of all the adventures he would have when his wings finally took him away from the stink he called home.
The day finally came. Bill crawled and pushed his way up through the mountain of compost till he reached the peak. After his monstrous climb he spread his wings out to dry before his maiden flight out into the world. He was so excited! Where would he go first?
All of a sudden a beautiful smell wafted under Bill’s nose. Yuuuuuuuummmmm he thought. He took off, a little shaky at first, but soon he was zeroing in on that beautiful smell. And there it was…..a nice, juicy, rotting old sausage that had fallen behind the neighbours BBQ. Bill was in fly heaven! To all humans the smell would, no doubt, have made them spew, but to Bill it was nectar.
Flies don’t live very long so Bill had to make the most of his day. Bzzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzz off he went, over the trees, round the dogs kennel, good smell thought Bill, past the school and then….there it was…. the rotting carcass of a dead possum. Bill didn’t know where to start…..the blue intestines, the bloodshot eye, the exposed bone……ahhhhh, life is a feast for a fly! He did more sniffing and licking than eating, because he was still stuffed from the sausage.
Bill took off again on his adventure. Oh no, it couldn’t be true! He couldn’t be that lucky! Was that the biggest dog’s dropping in the world over there in the park? Bill dive-bombed the dog poo! He swam in it. He rolled in it. He loved it! What could be better than this? He was so excited with all the adventures that he had had that day that he thought he would fly back to the heap and tell all the other little wriggling maggots how wonderful the outside world was.
On the way back home he caught sight of a hot, steaming BBQ chicken sitting on a kitchen table. He flew through the open window to say hello to the big, dead, juicy bird. He put...