“Look here, it’s Tishah B’Av. Let’s not fight. Why don’t we do acts of kindness instead?”
“Imagine not eating for a whole day!” observed Fishel with a shiver.
“I know,” replied Faivish. He had just finished eating a giant triple-decker sandwich; he always felt extra hungry on fast days. “I don’t know how I’ll ever manage to fast when I’m older.”
“Well, we’ve got ages until our bar mitzvah.”
“It’s not ages. It’s just a few years.”
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