Mojo and the Fly | Flash Post 437
Button, remember Man Vs. Bee, the show we watched the other day?
You mean the one starring Rowan Atkinson and the bumble bee who, according to me, walked away with the hurrahs!
But my favourite comedian is Atkinson and I fell off my couch seeing all those funny emotions crisscross through his seasoned face. Eega, an Indian Telegu fantasy film was the other one we had all watched where a man is reborn as a fly to avenge his death!
Are you going to tell us about a similar incident?
It happened this morning after I came out from the bathroom and encountered Mojo, our gorgeous black Labrador, sitting up in a posture that’s unfamiliar to me at that time of day! At around 10 in the morning, she’s usually lying on her left side licking her chops after her morning snack.
How was it different today?
She was sitting on her stomach with both her front paws stretched out in front of her, eyes focused intently on something I did not see at first. Bending closer to detect what it was that had her rapt attention, I found a fly on her right paw staring straight into her eyes, matching glare for glare.
Why didn’t you call me?
I didn’t because it would have disrupted the scene and I had no intention of doing that.
Tell me more.
The fly, tiny as she was, was obviously a big tease.
Why? You mean Mojo didn’t swat her with her paw or make her fly away with a whoof!
I think she was enjoying the little game they were playing.
The fly sat on Mojo’s right paw, flew a little distance away and squatted on the other paw pirouetting all the while like an accomplished ballerina, entertaining Mojo—exactly the way Messi entertains Malala—but staring into Mojo’s eyes daring Mojo to get her.
I must say it was very brave of her because, had Mojo lifted one paw to place it over the other casually, it would have pulped her in no time.
Considering how accommodating and kind Mojo is, I think she let the little fly do her thing seeing how tiny she was. I think the fly realised that because she went and squatted on Mojo’s left ear and proceeded to continue her ballet practice making Mojo feel ticklish all over because she kept flapping her ears depending on which ear the fly sat on. I also noticed Mojo grinning from ear to ear.
Tell me more. I want to know how it ended.
In the meantime, Dost kept calling out to me for his morning cup of tea and toasted pav but I pretended not to hear as I had never enjoyed such an uproariously funny morning in a long time!
When Mojo got up to go to the kitchen for lunch, curiosity got the better of me and I followed her to find out if the little fly had flown away in search of new pastures.
When I served lunch and put Mojo’s bowl down in front of her, I found the fly sitting quietly on the rim of the bowl keeping vigil while Mojo ate her lunch, not disturbing her even once.
That could mean they had struck up a friendship!