A boy by the name of Dave wandered down the the river, obsequious with it's shimmer and fluidity. Oblivious to the rock that lay before him, he stumbled as his foot made contact with the uneven rock face. Out of the two unfortunate directions to fall, away from the river or into the river, fate decided to leave his back this instant. Dave fell into the river without an ounce of grace, considering this fortuitous event caught him off guard. The water was frigid and the current was robust, but Dave, still dazed, hadn't yet realized that he could not swim! The current pulled Dave down beneath the water's reflective surface and sadly, Dave could not keep up.
Dave's fate, as predetermined by his absent mind and fate itself, wasn't one that most people would want. In fact, someone would feel computation to experience something as preventable as drowning! Dave, however, was never instructed how to swim. His parents, and he, found it quite unnecessary; it was a waste of money. Now they sit at his graveside service thinking "Oh fate, why must you choose the weakest? Why must you choose he who cannot swim?", while up on the wheel of fortune the fates are saying "Our punishment is complete."
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