by Annette Hatton

Created on: July 23, 2010

The Fable of Flyer Flughe-Fly Fowler

A Furry tale and Puny Phuge in F-Flat

Flyer Flughe-Fly Fowler, the first and foremost true blue flue flyer that flew flues true and blue, was frankly the best flue-flyer that ever flew a flue. I know for a fact, few flew up a flue faster and few flew fathoms down the flue finer than the fabled flyer, Flughe-Fly. Not one other flue flyer flew both up and down better than the famous figure.

Factually true blue his flying focus, but Flughe-Fly Fouler flew most true when up a flue he flew. Some say t'was the heat beneath his feet that put fleetness in his wing, but that is only an inference from furious jealous folk. In this fashion fables oft forego fact.

Our furry-tale, founded in fact, fires-up one frosty frigid firn as our fabulous flyer Flughe-Fly Fowler flew up Squire McAdoo’s fine flue just as a frozen bonnie blue Nor’ Easterner flashed a frozen fluff of f’air down the flue and fouled the Squire’s fine flue damper just as McAdoo fired the deadly furnace flares.

Though Flughe-Fly was far from any man’s fool to suffer himself long fouled in McAdoo’s fouled-up flue somewhere between frozen frost and fiery flares, he did fear the flashing flickers on his feet, might finish his first-rate flue-flying frays and too soon the funeral, he’d be six-feet under.

Indeed flames from Squire McAdoo’s fine inferno fingered Flughe’s feet, our hero fumed and fretted, “If in this flue I find it profusely fouled by flame or bonnie-air, forever forced will I be, to forgo future and the flue flying name.”

To Flughe’s rescue, clearly in the nick of time, a fair figure flew. She, Shue, was one of the few blue-feathered flue-flying fledglings, Fraulein Fryer by surname, who feared no flame when fair hero Flughe was faint. Few blue-feather frocked flying female flitted the flues more fanatically than she. Who better to rescue Flughe-Fly than Fraulein Fryer, a flue-flyer too and a fair one too boot.

“Fear not, Flughe-Fly, I have come to unfoul you,” and with that Fraulein Fryer unfolded the fouled damper for Flughe-Fly to resume his flue flying fame and fortune.

He, now free from flaming flares his future flue flying fame firmly fixed fast, Flughe-Fly offered his filmy wing forever to Fraulein Fryer. Up the flue she fluttered in affirmation of affection. A blue Fryer no longer she’d be, but forever a flying Fly.

The wedding I heard the flue-flying duo, Flughe-Fly and Shue-Fly exclaim, and other flue flyers heard them too, on that faultless night as they flew out of sight new flues to find and greater flames to flick, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good flight!”

The tale ends not there. Falsely superfluous and fairly understated is it to say prolific and fruitful they. Offspring infinitely multitudinous certified that fact. Boundlessly grateful, generations forevermore frequented Squire McAdoo’s fêted flue. So frequent was their flying fiestas, so profuse the flock, Squire McAdoo oft fumed, “Offspring of Shue-Fly, don’t bother me.”

Thus ends the furry-phugue, a fable of the flue flying family now firmly fixed, Flyer Flughe-Fly and Frau Shue-Fly Fowler.

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