This word was chosen more for how it’s pronounced than for any other reason.
In fact, what it rhymes with is pretty much the inspiration for the story. This all will make more sense as you read…
The twelfth annual “Rodent Rodeo” was about to get underway. Over fifty
contestants had trained and prepared for the grand event, and they were all
assembled in the arena for the day’s contests. Cricket cowboys rode bucking
rats until the timers went off. The mouse roping events, always an impressive
sight, were won by last year’s champion, a beetle named Chuck. The beaver
riding exhibition, dangerous as always, was completed, and the only injury was
to the rodeo clown, who was bruised by a swing of the great beast’s tail.
But the events that drew the largest crowd were the fly races. These were
sponsored every year by a beer company, and a large crowd lined the race
course. The flies were on the starting mark, and after the signal was given,
they were off. Amid shouts of “hie, fly” from coaches and fans, the flies
buzzed around the arena.
But then, just before the flies reached the halfway point, tragedy struck.
Somehow, through the security gates, past the arena fencing, and over the tiny
bleachers, two frogs hopped onto the scene. With a few quick snaps of their
deadly tongues, the contest was over, and the athletes consumed. Panic erupted
in the arena, and several small insects were trampled by spectators fleeing
hie / HYE / Rhymes with “fly”. It means, to go quickly, or hasten. Now you see why this inspired the story. It’s funny to hear “hie, fly,” for soooo many reasons. (Okay, good may be pushing it, but funny, it’s funny, see? Yeah, I know, it’s getting less funny with each insistance)