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Franky Fly’s Away From Home

A Short Book About a Long Life

by Waverly Huff

Chapter 2: It’s Not a Small World After All

“You’re a maggot,” Fairfax hollered at his brother Farley. “No, I’m not,” Farley hollered. “You’re a maggot.”

“You both are maggots,” laughed Faith, one of their 47 sisters.

“We were all maggots,” Franky Fly sighed. “We started as eggs, hatched into larvae – or maggots – transformed into pupae and now we’re flies.”

“You’re still a maggot,” Fairfax repeated.

“Hey, look,” shouted Fatima, “there’s a French Fry under that napkin.”

“And that cup of cola has some left on the bottom,” added Fedora.

“I hope it’s not diet,” said Ferguson.

As his brothers and sisters gathered around the leftover food and drink, Franky Fly flew to the top of the garbage can and perched on the edge.

“Hey, Franky Fly,” called Fallon, slurping up a bit of the sweet brown soda. “Come on down here! There’s plenty for everyone.”

“Nah,” replied Franky Fly. I think I’ll look around a little.

“B-b-but what about the fly swatter,” asked Fenecia.

“And the Raid,” added Felipe.

“And the Venus Fly Trap,” whispered Fyllis . “I’m still very afraid.”

“I’ll be fine, really I will” answered Franky Fly as he took off into the warm air. “I’ll be back soon … and if you find a piece of pickle, save some for me.”

Franky Fly flew up for a bit, then floated on the air currents until he landed on a sign that flashed Motel 6 in bright red and blue colors.

Franky Fly let out a little gasp. Everywhere he looked he saw trees and buildings and humans and grass and bushes and roads and cars and trash cans and so much more. One of the cars had open windows and music drifted out so Franky Fly could hear it. A man’s voice was singing “Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars …”

Franky Fly did not understand all of the words to the song but he knew the word “fly” and was certain the man was singing about him and his brothers and sisters. Franky Fly wasn’t sure what stars were but he was absolutely positive he wanted to play among them.

Then Franky Fly looked down and saw a piece of paper drop from the hand of a human who was walking along the sidewalk. He didn’t know why it seemed important, but he drifted down closer to the paper for a better look.

At the same time, the wind lifted the paper, unfolding it and making it much larger.

In big letters at the top was the phrase “Map of the United States of America.” The rest showed brightly-colored shapes with words like “California” and “Colorado” and “Vermont” written on them. The human had drawn a circle in the lower right over tiny letters that spelled out “Kissimmee” in the shape that was labeled “Florida.”

“That must be here,” Franky Fly assumed correctly. “It’s where I am right now. But if I’m here on this little dot, then …”

His voice trailed off as his eyes roamed the length and breadth of the map.

“Wow,” Franky Fly gasped. “All of a sudden I feel very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very small.”

Franky Fly tried to remember as many of the brightly-colored shapes and words as he could before flying off to tell his brothers and sisters the amazing thing he had discovered … and the possibilities that it suggested.

(To be continued)