Her ominous words hung in the air. The battle of wits had officially begun. Faith was certain she was smarter than the twin tornadoes of disaster, but they did have one distinct advantage: numbers.

“How about yeah?” Rusty said, as the twins simultaneously sprang to their feet and ran in opposite directions.

Faith was forced to make a calculated decision on the run: which twin was more dangerous? She decided to pursue Matthew and followed him out the back door, allowing Rusty to escape through the front door.

“Come here you little twerp!” Faith yelled.

“Never!” Matthew shouted.

He was almost to the fence. She could not let him get over that fence. Why didn’t I listen to my brother? Faith thought to herself as she gave chase.

Just as he started up the chain-link fence, Faith caught him by the scruff of his neck. Matthew fought valiantly, but to no avail.

Little did she know, a pawn had been sacrificed for the good of the queen, who in this case was a six-year-old boy named Rusty.