The Impossible Fly

The maker of miniatures felt in himself the stirring of restlessness. He had made for one of the miniature orchards a basket of brilliantly lifelike red and green apples, each no larger than the pit of a cherry. As a finishing touch, he had placed on the stem of one apple, a perfectly reproduced copper fly. The tiny fly with his precisely rendered wings had caused him the most difficulty and the most joy. It occurred to him that there was no particular reason to stop at the fly.