The fist of fate
Jack looked at the quivering eggs as if they had a hidden secret just waiting to be revealed. He sighed in frustration and fear as he drew back his clenched fist. Fate had gotten into those balls. His anger over the missing corn and the missing chickens crept up inside him. “Papa, no!” cried Giselle and Maria with tears in their eyes. Jack hesitated at the sight of their worried faces. They obviously knew things he didn’t.
The Fist of Fate
You always win
Jack’s daughters had always been stubborn and determined, but at that moment they seemed to be driven by a higher power. Jack reflected on the strange day he had experienced: the whining, the abused cat, the mysterious eggs and the disappearance of his chickens and cornfield – everything seemed to be connected. As the conflict between him and his daughters continued, Jack finally gave in. “All right,” he sighed, “you win.” The girls cheered, though Jack finished the sentence with a frown. Mary often told him he was too soft, but what could he do? After all, they were his daughters. Sometimes he wondered if he would have been different if he’d had sons, but those thoughts were irrelevant now. As he looked at the happy faces of his children, he hoped that he would not give in to their wishes too often.
You always win
