Because all of the trousers I've ever seen had only one fly, I keep having these images, from an old movie, of Count Dracula's demented helper, in a jail cell in London, catching and eating flies, only someone has caught them all and is stitching them together with a needle and thread and I have a feeling of amazement that anyone would want to do such a thing! I hope I'm not picking up on some awful drug-induced dreams of Micca's!**BG**