Mrs. Friedman was a bit surprised when the boys crashed through the front door and ran straight up to their room
Fishel and Faivish were walking home from cheder, feeling sorry for themselves. The van driver refused to take them any longer. This was following a recent incident with a blow pipe and some paint. Now they were forced to figure out their own way.
“Dunno what all the fuss was about,” complained Fishel. “It was just as experiment, that’s all. The science teacher always tells us to have inquiring minds. Well, I was having an inquiring mind. You’d think people would be happy.”
“Exactly.” Faivish agreed with his brother for a change. “And I was helping you with your experiment. Helping’s a good thing, isn’t it? They’re always telling us to be kind and helpful. It wasn’t our fault that paint spattered all over the van. I think the van looked a lot better with paint splotches. Not so plain. You’d think we’d get a thank-you at least.”
Suddenly, Fishel stopped short.
“Look! There’s Tuki!”
“Where?”
“There, in the Rabinowitzes’ window.”
“What in the world is he doing in Raffi’s house?”
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