To those of you who never had the good fortune to read about Fly Guy, Fly Guy was a fly who flew around in a cape and had a human friend. That's all I remember, except that he had pretty awesome books written about him.
Besides that one fly, I've never really cared much for flies. They make an annoying buzzing sound. They land on stuff. Worst of all, they're extremely difficult to kill. Laura made a post awhile back on what she'd do if she were a turkey on thanksgiving, and now I'm going to copy that. However, I'm going to downgrade my creature, to something very small, very gross, and very troublesome...
1. I feel like, as a fly, I'd enjoy taunting the petty humans by landing on a surface, seeming like an easy target, and then buzzing away the second before they're newspaper came crashing down. For hours, I could circle around some pour soul's head, buzzing away but never allowing myself to be brought down. I'd be the scourge of the picnic.
2. I'd also want to make some waves in the larger human population; I could get myself on camera, jumping up and down on keyboard keys to type out a message. I'd become the first world-famous fly.
3. As a fly, I'd like to make use of my beautiful wings. I'd zip around my area, bouncing off windows, climbing to great heights, and then divebombing to the ground. I could start a fly circus, and we could travel the world. Everyone would know about Mark Jones's flying fly circus, with the flies flying in formation and acting out great airplane battles.
However, I'm afraid that that is all I'd be able to accomplish in my short fly life. They only live for a few weeks, right? However, I think I could rest easy, knowing that I would forever be remembered as THE fly, and the great scourge of the human race.
Thanks for reading this rather weird post,
-Mark
No comments:
Post a Comment