The Fly

On occasion I'll share a story. Maybe, to lighten the mood. Maybe, to make a point. Maybe, "just because". This one is "Just because." Sometimes they're real, as is this one, other times they're imaginative.
A notebook flew into a window. (quite a beginning huh?) Missed. It was still alive. Wide-eyed and tense, he pointed to where it landed. Slowly, another notebook was raised and launched. This fly had sealed his fate. No one escapes death twice and lives to tell of it. Over the period of an hour, several more notebooks took flight, but all came crashing down leaving the insect to live another day. Or so it thought. A time passed, and then there was a commotion behind me. One brave young man came into direct combat with the winged creature, notebooks flying and crashing about. The fly was the victor yet again. Suddenly, a furious clap. I turned to see the once victorious creature down for the count. Caught between the hands of another brave combatant in this fierce war.
Yes, this story is true. In fact it was a God send. It occurred about half way through a Physics II lecture on a hot June day in the middle of the week. Anything to break up the monotony.