There was a fly flying over a pond in the middle of a fog. He thought, "If I dropped 6 inches, I could clear this fog and fly across the pond."

On the other side of the pond, there is a frog who thinks, "If that fly drops 6 inches, he'll clear that fog and I'll have breakfast."

Underneath a lily pad, there is a bass who thinks, "If that fly drops 6 inches, the frog will go for the fly and I'll have lunch."

On the bank, there is a bear who thinks, "If the fly drops 6 inches, the frog with go for the fly, the bass will go for the frog, and I'll have lunch too."

On the hill, there is a hunter who thinks, "If that fly drops 6 inches, the frog will go for the fly, the bass will go for the frog, the bear will go for the bass, and I'll have a clear shot at the bear."

A couple of feet behind the hunter, there is a mouse who thinks, "If the fly drops 6 inches, the frog will go for the fly, the bass will go for the frog, the bear will go for the bass, the hunter will get his shot, and I will get the cheese off his sandwich."

Up at the barn, a cat is watching this whole affair and thinks, "If that fly drops 6 inches, the frog will go for the fly, the bass will go for the frog, the bear will go for the bass, the hunter will get his shot, the mouse will get the cheese, and I will get the mouse."

So the fly drops 6 inches, the frog gets his fly, the bass gets his frog, the bear gets his bass, the hunter gets his shot, the mouse gets his cheese, the cat jumps for the mouse and falls in the water.

The moral of the story is that every time a fly drops 6 inches, you're gonna get a wet pussy.