In an old, run-down building, a plump woman shook a rug out of her window, completely unaware of the dust showering down onto the slender woman below.
“Oi, love! Watch where you’re flinging that dust—it’s landing right in my hair!” snapped the thin woman, irritation sharp in her voice.
The plump woman scoffed. “Honestly, dear, your hair was a mess before the dust got to it. Doesn’t make much difference now, does it?”
The argument was heating up when the thin woman’s mother appeared, broom in hand, and thumped it against the window frame.
“You’ll smash my glass, you lanky giraffe!” the plump woman shot back.
The mother squared her shoulders. “Always stirring trouble, aren’t you? Overstuffed sofa!”
As the three women hurled insults, a thief passing by watched with a smirk. *Women… always bickering. Easy pickings,* he thought.
That night, as the thin woman walked home, the thief blocked her path. “Don’t scream. Just come quietly,” he growled.
“Where are you taking me?” she quavered.
His yellowed teeth glinted. “Down that dark alley. We’re going to have a bit of fun.”
His eyes gleamed like a starving fox’s. She tried to scream—
“Help!”
Instantly, he seized her hair, clamping a hand over her mouth. “Scream again, and I’ll ruin that pretty face,” he snarled.
Lights flicked on in the building. Neighbours peeked out—then snapped their curtains shut in fright.
“See?” the thief jeered. “Not a single one of these cowards will lift a finger for you. Pathetic!”
The air thickened, danger humming—until *thwack!* A broom cracked against his skull.
“Let her go, you vile rat!” The plump woman stood firm, broom raised like a warrior’s sword.
The thief laughed. “You? Alone? Weren’t you just slagging her off earlier?”
She narrowed her eyes. “We’ve got our differences, but I’d never let scum like you hurt a woman. Might be just me—but we stick together.”
“Oh, please. You’re all weak—”
Then, behind her, doors burst open. The mother, neighbours—women armed with rolling pins, knives, even a frying pan—poured into the street, eyes blazing.
The thief’s bravado cracked. *Why am I scared? They’re just housewives!* Yet his gut screamed *run.* The mob advanced, fury in their steps.
“Come on, girls!” the plump woman roared.
The thief bolted, tripping into a puddle, scrambling up only to crash into a bin. He fled, shrieking like a startled hare.
The women halted, chests heaving, weapons raised in triumph.
The plump woman turned to the thin one. “You alright?”
“Yes… thank you. I thought no one would come.”
She smiled. “If women stood together more, the world wouldn’t be half as cruel. Stronger in unity, we are.”
That night, a coward learned the hard way: underestimate women at your peril. Together, they were an unstoppable force.
