A tale to tell.

One day father sheepdog said to his litter, who wishes to learn how to fight with their hands?
Not I said the youngest sibling.
Not I said the middle sibling.
I want to said the eldest sibling.
The following week father sheepdog said to his litter, I may not be around one day or be around forever to protect you, so its important for you to learn these skills that have been taught to me, so who wishes to learn how to fight with a stick?
Not I said the youngest sibling.
Not I said the middle sibling.
I want to said the eldest sibling.
The following week the father said to his litter, who wishes to learn how to fight with a knife?
Not I said the youngest sibling.
Not I said the middle sibling.
I want to said the eldest sibling.
The very next week father had to go on travel and before he left he kissed each of his kids on the cheek and told them to be safe and to be aware of their surroundings. That night the big bad wolf arrived and the neighbors and family trembled with fear, then in desperation a question was asked, who here can protect us, immediately the eldest sibling said, I can protect you for I know how to fight because my daddy trained me. That night the eldest daughter slept confidently and comfortably in her new wolf skin blanket. The End!