dust to dust

found a fly in the window sill at church tonight.

it was dead.

better for the bug that way.

he flew him around the room.

he said it had to pee.

so he took it to the bathroom.

he talked to it like a friend.

he had just come in for a landing when mrs. jodie came up behind him and scared him.

the head popped off.

it lost it's usefulness.

he pounded it to smithereens.

see...

dead = better for the bug.