On a bitter cold night, far from town, in a rather large home. Mr.White and his son Herbert sit in the living room, playing an intense game of chess. While Mrs.White sits in her rocking chair, bye the fire... knitting. Herbert finally beat his father at the long game.
A tall unexpected visitor came to the door… It’s far to foggy and freezing to be out, at least this time of night anyway. Old Mr.”sergeant major Morris’’ surprisingly made it to their doorstep, Morris shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. White before entering. Mr. White poured the whisky as Sergeant-Major helped himself to sit in the rocking chair by the fireplace. Mr.White sat down beside him.
sergeant-major, digging in his pocket, Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously. it was just an ordinary little paw, found dried to a mummy. A very holy man had put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from the paw, the man wanted to show that fate ruled people’s lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow