Three kung fu masters sat at a table having tea in a garden.
They had spent years discussing the intricacies of hand to hand combat, trying to decide who was the greatest master.
The first master stands up, and says "We will have a contest, a true test of skill to determine who is indeed the greatest master!"
A black fly swoops into the area near the first master, and he suddenly open hand strikes the fly.
The black fly falls to the ground, clearly dead.
"I doubt either of you could do that!" he proclaims.
The second master stands, and walks a few paces entering a mantis stance.
Another black fly, curiously flies near the master in an arc, just shy of striking distance.
He comes around another time and with a precision strike, the master snaps at the fly.
He falls to the ground, then begins to run across the floor.
"My skill is so great, that I can pull the wings off a fly!" with a smile across his face.
The third master watches the fly with a smirk.
"Impressive." he says.
Then another black fly comes from behind him suddenly.
Just as the fly comes over his shoulder, he strikes it with his index finger straight.
The black fly, bounces slightly higher, then continues to fly slower and around the master in a wide circle.
The first two masters break out into laughter.
"Ahhhhh haha, you can not even harm a fly!" the first master howls.
"I doubt you even hit it!" the second master grins.
The third master sits, continuing to smile.
"Listen to the flies' tone." he says gently.
"It is of a higher pitch, you see, this fly will never have children again." he whispers.
