The Fly

Sally sighed contently, and leant back on one arm to take in the view. She could hear Steve buzzing happily beside her, and turned around to talk to him.
"I'm going to go with Pineapple," she stated
"Pinapple?" Steve snorted. "Clearly it's Raspberry, i can smell it from here."
The two insects playfully argued for a few minutes before they finally settled on Lemon. There was silence before Sally started chatting again.
"Who discovered this place?" she asked.
Steve considered this question for a moment. He was pretty sure it was his eldest brother a few years back, before he started taking Mortein. He used to sneak away during the night and sit on the edge of the coloured swimming pool. Steve just assumed he used to get high from the fumes of sweetness. One day things got too much for him, and they found him hours later, floating in the liquid known and Cottees.
"I think -"
His reply was cut short by the thunderous sound coming from behind them.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Both flies spun around, fearful of what was nearing them. Unfortunetly, the quick movement disturbed Sally's foothold, and - in slow motion - the fell the 5 antenna's distance into the sickly sweet liquid below.
Steve stood frozen in horror as he watched her go under but she didn't resurface. Quickly he snapped to attention and scanned the area for somthing that could rescue his friend. All he could see were thousands of blades of grass, but he knew from recent experience that if one blade couldn't last through a game of tug-of-war, then there was no chance it could rescue a full-grown fly.
Steve looked down in time to see Sally finally re-emerge, spluttering and gasping for air. Her eyes wide in fear, she thrashed around for a while, looking for something to hold on to.
Sally heard her name called, and looked up to see a terrifed Steve.
"Steve!" she screamed. "Help me. You have to help me."
She was crying now, scared of how this was going to end. Her heart fluttered like a butterfly's wings in flight. She was tiring rapidly, feeling the tide drag her under.
Steve was panicking now. He still had no idea how to get Sally out, and the creature was closing in. He leant over, his breath held, as he watched his friend go under for the last time.
'You can do it!' he thought, but at the same time his body slumped. Unexpectedly, thunder filled the air.
"There is a fly in my drink," the deep voice said, slowly and deliberatly.
A giant arm swung down like a pendulum and picked up the whole lake, flies and all. Steve flew into the air, and hovered around as gradually, the glass was tipped over. In a tidal wave, the tinted liquid gushed out, with Sally somewhere in the middle.
She lay still in a heap. Steve paused, and the flew over to her. Carefully he pulled her into a sitting position, shaking her gently.
Her eyes flickered open, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Steve pulled his arms around Sally in a hug, and they both sat there, thankful.