Six Inches

There's a fly hovering 6 inches above a stream.

A fish is below and he thinks to himself 'if that fly drops 6 inches, I can catch him'.

A bear is standing nearby and he thinks to himself 'if that fly drops 6 inches, the fish'll come up to get him, and I can catch him'.

There's a hunter standing across the river and he thinks to himself 'if that fly drops 6 inches, the fish'll come up to get the fly, the bear'll come into plain view to catch the fish, and I can shoot him'.

A mouse is watching and he thinks to himself 'if that fly drops 6 inches, the fish'll come up to get the fly, the bear'll come into pain view to catch it, the hunter'll shoot him, and i'll get his sandwitches'.

A cat is in a tree and he thinks to himself 'if that fly drops 6 inches, the fish'll come up to get it, the bear'll come out to get the fish,

the hunter'll shoot the bear, the mouse'll come out to the sandwiches, and I get the mouse'.

There was nothing to get the cat, so he was getting pretty excited.

Anyway, the fly drops 6 inches. The fish comes up to catch the fly. The bear comes out to catch the fish. The hunter shoots the bear. The mouse comes out to steal the sandwiches. The cat jumps down to catch the mouse. The cat lands in the river.

What's the moral of the story?

Whenever a fly drops 6 inches, you're bound to get a wet pussy.