Phil and Phlo were uncertain where the smell was coming from, but they knew it made them hungry.
“Look out!” Phlo yelled as the swatter missed her by inches.
“Phlo! Are you alright?” Phil yelled as his hearts drummed inside his tiny body.
“I think so… AH!” the swatter came after Phlo once again and once again Phlo just barely escaped the clutches of death.
“Let’s get outta here!!!” Phil screamed as loud as he could. Suddenly the two flies heard an ear-piercing sound that seemed to come from all around them. They flew out of the house as soon as they could and their ears were finally relieved of the horrible noise.
“What was that??” Phlo asked as she tried to regain her breath.
“I don’t know, but I do know that we are not going back there.” Phil replied angrily.
Phil and Phlo flew into the sunset, never knowing what the horrible noise was, and wishing never to find out. They died three days later because naturally, that’s what flies do.
By Me :)