i ride mister like a dolphin, and a fly rides mister like, a fly.

i didn't really ride him, rather i swam with his forepaws in my left hand, and propelled him. but i feel bad, i didn't see the dang fly.

and i didn't see he was trying to shake the fly. little bastards of nature, i know they have their place but i hate when their place is on mister's nose, drinking his vital fluids.