She sat at the kitchen table and watched a fly wander over the surface of a shiny red apple. The longer she watched it, the longer she grew certain that it wasn't just an ordinary fly - there was something special about this one. It knew she was watching it, and she knew it was watching her. It was curious about her. It wanted to know more. It crawled over the ripe fruit, uncertain, unwilling to make the first move.
"Will you please play with me?" Jennica whispered at last.
The fly paused, and flew away on silent blurring wings, leaving the kitchen and Jennica behind, and was once again an ordinary fly.
Jennica went to find the swatter.
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One day.
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