Outside the Rosie family house, Rosie struggles to chop wood by herself.
Rosie's dad watches her through the window, proud that both his daughters are working hard for their dreams.
Meanwhile, Josie is still trying to hit her target, oblivious to the fact that the slingshot she's using can't shoot very far. But she shows no signs of giving up.
At night, the two of them come home and collapse into bed, utterly exhausted.
On the fourth day of testing, Rosie finally creates a sniper from wood and a special type of rubber band. This sniper has a holder, so Josie doesn't have to pull the string until she aims. Once she pulls the holder, it will keep the string taut.
Overjoyed, Rosie decides to try out the sniper she made. However, when she fires at a nearby tree, the gun vibrates, causing pain in her shoulder and hand.
"Oh, this sniper vibrates like that? The real sniper will probably hurt like hell. I feel sorry for Josie," she thinks to herself, worried about her sister.
Rosie heads to the testing area where Josie is still at work.
As Rosie approaches, she sees Josie firing the slingshot repeatedly, but the small stones she's using barely travel two feet.
Rosie smiles to herself and walks over to Josie.
"Hey, Josie! How's it going?" Rosie asks, hiding her wooden sniper behind her back.
"Nothing's improved. The stones I'm shooting can't reach the target. I need to practice more," Josie replies wearily.
Rosie playfully taps Josie on the head.
"Hey! What was that for?" Josie protests.
"Stupid! Do you really think that slingshot can hit the target at that distance? You need to improve not just your aim but your tools too. Here, use this!" Rosie proudly presents her wooden sniper.
"What is that, a toy or something?" Josie asks bluntly.
Rosie, now annoyed, makes a scary face.
"Oh no, don't get mad! It's a weapon, right? I can use it to hit that tree, correct?" Josie backtracks.
Rosie calms down. "Yeah, it's a wooden sniper. I made it over the past four days."
Josie's eyes widen with admiration.
"Wow! A wooden sniper! It's amazing!" she exclaims.
Rosie beams with pride.
"You call it a sniper, but why is it so small?" Josie asks, confused.
Rosie narrows her eyes, growing irritated again.
"I just named it the wooden sniper, okay? Stop asking questions and start shooting already!" she shouts.
"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore!"
"I need to tell you that you have to hold the gun properly if you want to shoot accurately. If you don't—"
Suddenly, the wooden sniper slips from Rosie's hands and hits her on the head.
"Ow! My hand! You don't know how to make guns properly!" Josie says flatly.
Rosie's expression darkens as she becomes a scary monster.
"Your hand hurts? Why don't I just remove it so you won't have to bear the pain?" she growls ominously.
"Ahhhhh! You're so scary!" Josie yells, taking off running.
"Come back here, you punk!" Rosie chases after her.
After a while, Rosie gives up the chase and heads back home.
When she arrives, her dad asks, "Hey dear, did you finish your gun? Where is it? Show me!"
"I gave it to Josie."
"Why? You should have shown it to me first!" he replies.
"We'll show our victory together. I don't want to be the first to win," Rosie explains.
"Okay, dear, that's very nice of you," he smiles.
That night, Josie joins them for dinner before heading off to bed. Later, their dad quietly sneaks into Rosie's room to check on the gun she made.
"Hey, Dad, where are you going?" Rosie asks.
Oh no, I've been caught, he thinks.
"It's nothing, dear. I'm just going for a walk to help digest the food we ate," he replies awkwardly.
"Get out of here, quick!" she urges.
He runs away from her.
ONE WEEK LATER...
"Hey, it's already night. Why hasn't she come home yet? Didn't you tell her there was no light? How was she supposed to shoot?" Dad asks.
"She said she'd be fine with moonlight and that she'd come back before dinner," Rosie replies.
"Before dinner? It's already dinner time! I'm going to go bring her home," he says, opening the door.
He steps outside and finds cowboys surrounding the house.
Meanwhile, Josie is still trying hard to hit a branch. Each time she tries, the stones miss the target entirely.
"Why can't I hit the target? Is it my aim or my skill? No, it's the wind," she thinks to herself, as harsh gusts blow leaves and dust around her.
Josie observes the wind and decides to use it to her advantage. She slightly adjusts her aim and shoots at the branch.
As the wind catches the stone, it redirects it toward the branch, and it breaks off.
Josie screams in excitement and rushes over to pick up the fallen branch.
She notices a folded paper attached to it but doesn't open it right away.
Beaming with happiness, she takes the branch and heads home, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
"And then, that's the last smile I ever had," present-day Josie says sadly.
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