Living peacefully on Maple Street, I built a fence with my neighbors’ agreement. When they moved, the new neighbor, Kayla, insisted I move the fence or pay her for the land it occupied.
“That might be how things work out here, but where I’m from, we follow the rules,” Kayla demanded.
Despite explaining the previous agreement, she threatened legal action, forcing me to take down the fence. Kayla soon realized she needed the fence for her dog, Duke, and pleaded with me to rebuild it.
“I can’t keep Duke inside all day; he’s destroying my furniture,” she begged.
However, I refused, unwilling to risk further disputes. Kayla’s attempts to manage without the fence failed, with Duke repeatedly escaping. Her frustration grew, impacting her work and social life. Finally, I decided to sell my house and move, finding peace in a new neighborhood.
Kayla’s actions serve as a reminder that sometimes, karma does know what it’s doing.
