Swissssh!
FLY33 was flying at top speed as he tried to evade the fly swatter coming his way.
Bam! Slam! Kabaam!
The fly swatter hit the stainless pots and pans that were hanging at the ceiling above the kitchen island. Behind FLY33, an old woman could be seen brandishing a fly swatter as if it was a sword. She looked like a knight who was fighting for dignity and honor. And she was one persistence fighter.
Swerve left. Swerve right.
Zoom up. Zoom down.
Repeat.
FLY33 was starting to run out of juice. He felt his wings tremble as he continued to run for his life. It has been 10 minutes since this one-sided fight started. He was about to give up and accept his looming death when he luckily saw a small gap in the window ahead. He unhesitatingly powered through using the remaining strength he had. He was about to be squashed, but was managed to successfully passed through the gap and escaped from the old lady.
When he was finally outside, he noticed that his right wing was starting to gradually stop moving. His left wing couldn't carry his entire weight. He felt himself slowly descending, spiraling downwards. The leaves of the bush brushed past him, hitting his exhausted body, but at the same time inadvertently slowing down his descent. After a while, he hit the ground, but was surprised to find himself lying on a soft mound of soil under the bushes.
He felt relieved. He survived. He was alive.
"But until when?" He thought.
He couldn't help but think, "Maybe it's time to quit."
As he ponder on this, he found himself falling into a dream, drifting towards the memories of when it all started, reminding him of his goals and purpose.
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