Fred the Fly: From Stale Crumbs to Stage Fame!
Once upon a time in a bustling cafe where I, Samuel Cross, often scribbled my musings, there lived a Housefly named Fred. Fred wasn’t just any ordinary Housefly; he had aspirations. Instead of buzzing around the stale crumbs and rummaging through the remnants of yesterday's muffin, Fred dreamed of a life on the stage.
One sunny afternoon, as I lounged with my double macchiato, Fred spotted a poster announcing an open mic night at the swanky Cafe Grand Ode. The poster had a tiny depiction of a fancy bug, and Fred's compound eyes sparkled with excitement. "This is my chance!" he thought, imagining himself a flying superstar, with adoring fans buzzing his name.
Come Thursday evening, Fred was ready for his big debut. He donned his best pair of tiny sunglasses, which he borrowed from a misguided ant trying to boost his street cred. With a heart full of courage, Fred flew to the cafe like a miniature superstar, dodging swats from curious fingers and the occasional rolled-up newspaper.
When it was finally his turn to perform, the crowd was a mix of amused humans and a few judgmental crickets. Fred took to the mic, albeit it was more of a chopstick than a mic, and cleared his throat—multiple times, due to an unfortunate gulp of espresso that didn’t quite sit right. No one was quite sure what was about to happen.
Just as his first ‘buzz’ echoed across the cafe, the power went out, plunging the room into darkness. "Is it part of the act?" one customer wondered aloud. Fred, however, saw this as a stroke of genius. In the pitch-black room, he took flight like an aspiring maestro, buzzing his heart out to what he imagined was a captivated audience.
The humans may have been confused, but when the lights flickered back on, they erupted into applause, not quite knowing whether to laugh or cheer. Fred, thinking he was a buzzing genius, took a bow in mid-air—only to get promptly swatted by an overly enthusiastic fan.
In the aftermath, Fred landed—quite unceremoniously—on a slice of pizza, contemplating his future as the world’s first Housefly thespian. Perhaps he wouldn’t be the next big sensation, but he could always retire and write his memoirs, titled 'Buzzed: The Life of Fred the Fly.' It would be a bestseller, of course, because let's face it, everyone loves a good fly-on-the-wall story… or a good fly-on-the-pizza story, at the very least!
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