It is a clear and peaceful day in the suburbs. Rolling green hills are dotted with a few small trees. In the center of a nearby clear pond, an old man with a white beard, wearing a straw hat, overalls, and a checkered shirt, rows a small boat and fishes alone in the middle of the water. Just then, a rather annoying little fly suddenly appears before the old man. The fly buzzes incessantly, noisy and bothersome. The old man tries to shoo the fly away, but the little creature seems intent on causing trouble for him. Before long, the fly leaves the old man and lands on a float. The old man swings his fishing rod with all his might, but at that very moment, an unexpected accident suddenly occurs.
For the old man, it’s hard to say whether today’s encounter is a blessing or a curse…
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