Several flies appeared to fly partying over the dump in front of the yard of a house. At one time, Heri the owner came out and did not close the door. Then a fly appeared rushing into the house. The fly went straight to the dining table filled with delicious food.
"I'm tired of garbage, it's time to enjoy fresh food," he said. Once satisfied the fly rushed out and flew to the door as he entered but the glass door was closed.
The fly flickered for a moment on the glass of the door staring at his friends who waved his hand as if to ask him to rejoin them.
Flies flew around the windows, occasionally jumping and crashing into the glass, relentlessly giving flies out of the glass doors. The flies creep around the glass from top to bottom and from left to right back and forth, so on and over and over again.
The day was getting late, the flies looked tired and starving. The next morning the flies looked limp on the floor.
Not far from the place, black ants out of the nest to find food. And when they found a helpless fly, they hurried around and rolled flies to death. Flocks of ants also rolled dead carcases of flies into their nests.
On the way, a small ant asks an older colleague, "What's wrong with this fly? Why is he dying? That often happens, there are flies that die in vain like this. Actually they've tried, he really has struggled trying to get out of the glass door. But when he did not find a way out, he was frustrated and exhausted until he finally fell dead and became our dinner menu.
The little ant looks nodding but still curious and asks again, "I still do not understand, does not the fly try hard? Why does not it work?"
The old ant orders his friend to stop while he continues, but this time with a more serious expression and tone, "Remember the young man, if you do things the same way but expect different results, then your fate will be like this fly.