Winning Tickets

The only problem was the class above them. They were also set on winning the prize.

Five minutes before the deadline, Moishy’s class was trying to think of one more act of chesed. Then Rebbi dropped his pen. Everybody jumped up to help.

“I’ll move your desk, Rebbi,” said Pinchas.

“I’ll help,” said Meir.

“Boys.” Rebbi stopped them. “I already picked up my pen. There’s no need to move my desk. Please put it back, thanks.”