The Honey Pie

I wrote this story some time ago. It was inspired by an English student who had asked me to write a story with a moral to it. I suppose that the moral to this story could be: Keep your hands to yourself.

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One bright and sunny morning, a kind little granny decided to make a honey pie for her grandchildren, who were coming to her cottage for a visit.  “I shall go out into the forest and collect the honey for the pie.” She happily said to herself.  

So she took one of her copper pots and a spoon, for collecting the honey with. 

Off she went, to the forest to collect honey for her pie that she wanted to bake for her grandchildren that were visiting that day. 

As she was walking along the way, a small number of flies happened to be flying by.  

Being rather curious flies, they decided to follow her into the forest to see what she was up to. 

While the granny was collecting the most appetizing honey to be found in that forest, one of the flies said to the others; “I wonder what she’ll do with all of that delicious honey? Let us stick around and see.”  The others agreed.

When the granny had filled the pot half way with the delicious honey, she started on her way back to her cottage.  The curious flies followed her all of the way back.  

The granny went into her kitchen, and began to roll out the dough, as the flies sat at the window sill.  She kneaded and formed the pie, and all of the while the flies were sitting on the window sill, drooling as little flies do, at the thought of eating whatever delicious thing that the granny was making.   

When the pie was complete, the little granny placed it in the oven.

“Soon my precious grandchildren and I will eat this delicious pie that is now baking in the oven.” the granny said to herself as she left the kitchen to allow the pie to bake.

Some time after, the scent of baking pie filled the kitchen. The curious flies, who had been sitting at the window sill all of the time, realized that the granny was baking a pie.  

They breathed deep and agreed that it was the finest scent of baking pie that they had ever smelled in their little fly lives.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to taste some of that sweet and delicious honey pie?” said one of the flies to the others. “Yes it would,” said one, “yes it would,” said another.  Pretty soon their little fly mouths began to water and drool, as the smell of baking honey pie filled the cottage.  

They began to rub their little fly hands together, as flies like to do.

“Let us get a little closer so that we can smell our pie better,” said one of them.  

So they left the window sill, and flew into the cottage and stood on the back of a chair, that was by the table, which was next to the oven.

Time went on, and the little flies began to become restless.

They wiped their little fly mouths in anticipation of finally tasting the golden treasure baking in the oven.

Some moments later one of the smaller flies said: 

“Let us get closer. undoubtedly, we would be able to smell the pie better at a closer distance.” it said.

The other flies agreed, and soon they all flew down and stood in the center of the table that was next to the oven where the delicious honey pie was baking.

Minutes passed, and the curious little flies were becoming quite restless.

Then one of the flies had an idea.

“Why don’t we wait here until the old granny takes our delicious honey pie out of the oven, then we can snatch it from her and carry it away and devour it ourselves in the forest.”

Being very foolish flies, they all agreed.  

When the granny returned to take the honey pie out of the oven, the flies were waiting in anticipation.  They watched as she put on her oven mitts, and then open the oven.  

The smell of the pie out of the oven was intoxicating, and the greedy flies stood there, on the table, licking their little fly lips, as flies like to do.

“Let us prepare ourselves, here on the table and wait for her to bring the delicious pie to us.” said one of the flies.  “When she tries to place the pie on the table, we will catch it up and fly out of the window!”  

The other flies agreed.

So the foolish flies stood on the table, holding their little fly arms up to catch the pie when the granny put it down.  

Quite carefully, the little granny took the honey pie out of the oven and placed it on the table, as she did so she heard a crunch.  

“My, my,” she said to herself, “I really have to get this old table fixed.”