Safe and warm under the stinking, rotting, festering pile of compost, wriggled a little brown maggot called Bill. Life was very nice for Bill, eating decomposing vegetables all day, while he was slowly morphing into the fly that he was soon to become. He lay there dreaming of all the adventures he would have when his wings finally took him away from the stink he called home.
The day finally came. Bill crawled and pushed his way up through the mountain of compost till he reached the peak. After his monstrous climb he spread his wings out to dry before his maiden flight out into the world. He was so excited! Where would he go first?
All of a sudden a beautiful smell wafted under Bill’s nose. Yuuuuuuuummmmm he thought. He took off, a little shaky at first, but soon he was zeroing in on that beautiful smell. And there it was…..a nice, juicy, rotting old sausage that had fallen behind the neighbours BBQ. Bill was in fly heaven! To all humans the smell would, no doubt, have made them spew, but to Bill it was nectar.
Flies don’t live very long so Bill had to make the most of his day. Bzzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzz off he went, over the trees, round the dogs kennel, good smell thought Bill, past the school and then….there it was…. the rotting carcass of a dead possum. Bill didn’t know where to start…..the blue intestines, the bloodshot eye, the exposed bone……ahhhhh, life is a feast for a fly! He did more sniffing and licking than eating, because he was still stuffed from the sausage.
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Bill took off again on his adventure. Oh no, it couldn’t be true! He couldn’t be that lucky! Was that the biggest dog’s dropping in the world over there in the park? Bill dive-bombed the dog poo! He swam in it. He rolled in it. He loved it! What could be better than this? He was so excited with all the adventures that he had had that day that he thought he would fly back to the heap and tell all the other little wriggling maggots how wonderful the outside world was.
On the way back home he caught sight of a hot, steaming BBQ chicken sitting on a kitchen table. He flew through the open window to say hello to the big, dead, juicy bird. He put down his feet and skidded on the slippery, oily skin. His feet had left dog poo skid marks right across the top of the chicken. He laughed and rolled his body all over it making lovely little brown patterns. A large human picked up the chicken and cut it up into little pieces and put it between bread. The bread looked so soft and comfortable that Bill suddenly felt sleepy. It was a good place to pull off the dog poo that was starting to dry on his body.
A big hand brushed Bill off the bread and sent him hurtling out of control towards the ground. He managed to pull up just in time but as he was soaring up towards the ceiling a rolled up newspaper whacked him against a wall. Bill was stunned. Two of his legs were missing and one wing was out of action but he managed to limp towards the open window where he could see the safety of the compost heap. He flew sideways and only just made it threw the garden sprinkler. The water drops were like bombs falling from the sky!
With luck on Bill’s side he made it! He told his maggot buddies about his incredible adventure. He hoped that tomorrow the sausage, the possum and the dog’s droppings would still be there…. but he’d definitely give the big dead bird a big big miss.