The Fly That Fell From The Sky - 25a

 

 

There was a big red fly.

He likes to fly in the sky.

He is a shy fly. 

He likes to fly in the sky.

"Can you see the fly in the sky?" asked Mike.

"I can try to spy the fly in the sky," said Pat.

"Wait, wait, I spy the fly," said Pat. 

"He isn't in the sky.  I see him on your cot," said Pat.

"Now he is on the weed," said Mike.

"Do you think he fell from the sky?" asked Pat.

"No, he didn't fall from the sky," said Mike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He could have died if he fell from the sky," said Mike.

"I'm glad he did not fall from the sky," said Pat. 

"I may have had to cry if he died," said Mike.

"Now I spy him on the cat," said Pat.

"First the cot.  Then the weed.  Then the cat," said Pat

"Look, it may rain," said Mike.

"The fly will get wet," said Pat.

"Can a wet fly fly?" asked Mike.

"Yes, a wet fly can fly," said Pat.

"Look, the sun is out," said Mike.

"Now the fly will be dry," said Pat.

"Now he is up in the sky," said Mike.

"Fly --- don't fall from the sky!" said Mike and Pat.