Fly Mill

The miller who lives in an old water mill spends his time raising ducks. The mill’s window looks upon a wide field where hunters go to hunt birds. While the hunters are shooting birds outside, flies clambering about the mill’s window fall dead on the windowsill. One can not tell for sure whether the shooting of the hunters and the dying flies are connected or if it’s just a strange coincidence but in some peculiar way this odd world works.