There was once a teeny weeny fly, who was flying around looking for something interesting to do. He spotted this glaring light out of nowhere and decided to approach it like any of his little fly friends would do. He was fascinated by the intensity of the light and bounced around it several times. The intensity of the heat emitted from the light was so hot that it could burn. Silly fly. Despite feeling warm, he thought it was a great place to stick around for the long cold night. And so he did. And little did he know that it will get too hot for his little black body.
He felt sick, he felt burning sensations. It was too late. He crinkled under the heat and couldn't fly. He felt dreadful. He was hyperventilating, and couldn't utter a sound of help. He stopped moving. His short life would be ending any moment.
There came this kind soul, who saw it since it was foolishly bouncing around the light.
She saw it fell to the ground and knew it instantly that this fly was being silly enough to kill itself unknowingly..
So she decided to give a hand to the poor little dying fly and to restore its breathe in it.
She removed the light. No budging from the fly at all. Moments later, she noticed the little feet of the fly was moving! It was saved! However, that only lasted for an instant and he went dead again. Not moving. 'So much for my help', thought the kind soul.
It was actually struggling to regain it's strength. But no matter how hard it tried, it just couldn't flip himself over. 'i'm tired', thought the little fly and so he decided to lie there till he got all his strength to fly again.

~end~

Story inspired by a little fly in the room. haha.
Ok, i know the story sounds silly and seems like i have got nothing better to do. hahaha
I was bored out of my wits studying.
That's my reason.
Cell bio test in 7 hours time.

Good luck to me.

ha.

:p