Waiter, there’s a giant fly in my drink

Date: 5/17/2018

A fly landed on my shirt, and I was outside so it was really hot. I felt so bad for the fly because I could tell it was dying in the heat and was so exhausted. I cupped my hands around it and carefully headed inside. I walked through a series of porches and garages, and it would et a little cooler with each room. I eventually get into whatever the main building is and I see my brothers glass of lemonade sitting on a table. I carefully nudge the fly onto the edge of the cup so that it can feel the coolness of the ice and take a little drink. The fly is really big now for some reason, like the size of my hand. I splash it with a little lemonade and I can see it perk up and start trying to drink. It slips and falls in though and it’s just thrashing around because it can’t swim. I start freaking out trying to help it and eventually get it scooped out. I was really annoyed because now I had to actually confess to my brother that I put and giant fly in his drink and had to refill it.