Flies in the House

There are flies in the house. And I don't know why.

Ella, close the front door! You're letting the cold air out!

As I was saying, I'm not sure how they got here. Other people's houses don't have flies. Why does mine?

Addison! Why are you standing half on the porch and half in the kitchen? Pick one and go there!

Now that they're here, why are they staying? The girls are always trying to let them out--why wouldn't they fly away? What does our house have to offer?

Crunch. Ella, why are there goldfish crackers all over the floor?

There's plenty of dog poo in the neighbor's back yard--why not go there?

Addison, stop trying to feed cheerios to the cat! You smashing them into his fur does not mean he likes eating them!

I mean, don't flies like dung? Isn't that their thing?

What is that? Gross! The cat got into the chicken again.

Anyway, there are flies in the house. And I don't know why.