A Luck Story

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who was visited by three angels named Faith, Fate and Fortune.
And Faith carried an angelfeather quill with a golden nib and Fate carried an inkpot of golden ink that never ran dry and Fortune carried a sheet of golden parchment.
"These magical items are for you", said Faith.
"But why are you giving them to me?", asked Jack, amazed.
"So that you can write a good luck story; a story that brings good fortune to whoever reads it", said Fate.
Unfortunately for Fortune, the third angel sneezed and let go of her golden parchment and the devil blew it out of the window of Jacks room.
"We must get that parchment back", said Faith, "If the devil writes on it then he can use it to bring bad luck to people".
And so Jack ran out of his house after the golden parchment and saw the devil running down the road clutching it in his clawed hands.
"Ha ha!", shouted the devil gleefully, "You cant catch me and now I'm going to bring bad fortune to everyone".
"Quick", said Faith to Jack, "Pour out the inkpot".
And so Jack tipped up the bottomless inkpot in his left hand and a river of golden ink poured out of it down the road and swept the the devil off his feet and as he fell backwards he let go of the parchment and it blew away.
"Now what do I do?", said Jack.
"Throw the angelfeather quill", said Fate.
And so Jack threw the quill and it started to fly after the golden parchment as fast as an arrow until, catching it, it pinned the parchment to the trunk of a tree with its nib.
Getting back up onto his hooved feet, the devil, who was all covered in golden ink, tried to pull the angelfeather quill out of the tree trunk but, though he struggled with all the might of hellfire, the nib of the quill remained buried as deep as Excalibur in Arthur's stone and the devil couldn't pull it out.
"Gah!", exclaimed the devil, disappearing in red smoke and flame, "You've won this time but I'll be back".
And then, when Fate and Fortune had recovered the quill and parchment, Jack wrote this story which ends with the words,
"Alas my story must come to its end
 but faith and fate and fortune are your friends,
three angels who'll watch over you today
and, on gold wings, good fortune, bring your way".