When the boss first recognizes the fly, he is sitting at his desk, pondering about his son. He sees the fly fall into the ink pot and is fighting to get out. The boss “took up a pen, picked the fly out of the ink, and shook it on to a piece of blotting-paper.” He watched as the fly shook itself off and made it through its near death experience. The narrator then says, “But just then the boss had an idea. He plunged his pen back into the ink, leaned his thick wrist on the blotting-paper, and as the fly tried its wings down came a great heavy blot. […] The front legs waved, caught hold, and, more slowly this time, the task began from the
When the boss first recognizes the fly, he is sitting at his desk, pondering about his son. He sees the fly fall into the ink pot and is fighting to get out. The boss “took up a pen, picked the fly out of the ink, and shook it on to a piece of blotting-paper.” He watched as the fly shook itself off and made it through its near death experience. The narrator then says, “But just then the boss had an idea. He plunged his pen back into the ink, leaned his thick wrist on the blotting-paper, and as the fly tried its wings down came a great heavy blot. […] The front legs waved, caught hold, and, more slowly this time, the task began from the