The story continues… (Episode 2 of 6)
MY FRIEND FIGARO is a single story which I have partitioned into six episodes which I plan to post daily with each episode flowing into the next. For maximum understanding, you have to follow the unfolding story daily for the number of days it will run.
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How did Figaro die? Well, here’s the story.
The day was bright and sunny, and I was lounging in a heap of compost here in Flyville, tending to my business. Next thing I knew, Figaro excitedly landed, and told me that his “nasal compass” (one of his witty remarks), had picked up a pleasant aroma and he would like us to go check it out. He said it was a sting operation. No risks, he said. Quite honestly, I had some doubts about the idea. Primarily because I wasn’t really hungry. I mean, I was already tending to “business” on the heap of compost. (Remember my compost?). However, the idea sounded really alluring, and Figaro wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. Even if I had declined he would have gone ahead with the adventure, without me. So I figured there was nothing to lose by tagging along with him. I still had my heap of compost waiting for me. It was mine, and it wasn’t going anywhere. Again, it isn’t everyday that we flies get to dig into some really nice and fresh-from-the-pan human food. Well, I saddled up and both of us buzzed off.
Figaro’s excitement was all over the place. He kept doing acrobatic flips, taking dives and upward thrusts that I wouldn’t imagine doing myself. His excitement was visible. Figaro had hit it big, or so we thought.
When we arrived at our destination; a really massive house in a beautiful neighborhood. The first thing I noticed was that there weren’t a lot of flies around, and the few that buzzed past us all kept to themselves. None as much as looked in our direction, or paid us any mind. My self-preservation instincts kicked in, and I became cautious.
In that moment, the lessons I learnt in Flyville Aviation Academy came flooding back to me. We were taught as newbie fliers, that the first thing to do on a mission such as the one we were embarked upon was to do a “reconnoiter flight sequence” on our target before ‘honing in’. (My expression for landing/digging-in). The main essence of the reconnoiter flight sequence is to discover other secondary escape routes to facilitate easy escape in the event of possible sealing off, and closure of the primary entry point by potential hostiles.
In any case, as longtime fliers, Figaro and I did all the required preliminary reconnaissance to ensure that the coast was in fact clear. You see, Figaro always prided in the fact that he had never used a secondary escape route to facilitate his escape, as he had always outwitted hostiles by escaping through the primary point of entry. To him, it was one way in, and the same way out. He was “Houdini the escape artist”. He was Figaro the fly Fly! All the flies at Flyville marveled at his record. Rumor had it that one time Figaro was cornered by a bunch of hostiles with fly-swatters and fly catchers, but he outwitted them all and escaped without a scratch. (He neither confirmed nor denied it to me). Indeed Figaro had perfected the art of escape, (or so he thought).
What made Figaro larger than life in his own eyes was that he never took the pains of looking for a secondary escape point. He was too “fly” for that. He was Figaro the Fly!
To be continued in Episode 3 of 6.
Written by Ikenna Anyadike.