Another one of those competitions, only 150 words this time, so I decided that it would be interesting to write a short story about the phrase, "Oh I wish I was a fly in that room / wall!" In Yalta, Stalin's summer retreat where 'The Big Three' met to 'carve-up Europe' by the end of 1944/5, there were flies on the wall; a type of 'BUG' I grant you, but not with wings, only electronic ones, if you will. I wanted to contrast the humans carving up Europe with the flies carving up a piece of fallen cake. By the way, the British caught the Russians in their 'eavesdropping' one e.g. being that in a private conversation lemon was mentioned for their tea. The very next day two lemon trees appeared in the glass house...