Well, to explain, Caesar, this fly, was an old pet of mine and another girl’s, another girl named Sue. We caught the little guy in class one day, and we trained him (we were in the 6th grade and we sat next to each other). What we did was to train him to stay WITH us, because we loved him, or I did anyway. I don't know for sure about that other Sue, a wicked girl, I always thought.
Before we knew it, we built him up a small home and it was glorious, of course. We kept the little house inside the other Sue's desk; I think it was her desk anyway. I do seem to remember, however, some small bickering between us, about who got to watch him in his small home inside our desk (in other words, where to house the house).
Unfortunately, that was the good part, building Caesar a new environment, wherever we kept it.
At any rate, the bad part involved watching him die, slowly, over the long school year, as we didn't think to feed him; we didn't know how, I guess, or what to give him.
Another note, or an aside … I think the other Sue tied a long hair (plucked from her own devious mean and tiny head), around one of his poor little legs; this small fact proves why Caesar really did agree to live in her desk, or my desk, whatever.
Regardless, this film symbolizes both our combined sorrow AND our unbounding love for him; it is, in fact a solemn tribute to our dead Caesar; a little fly who finally gets to eat. Children can be so cruel …