Fishel and Faivish had reached the top of Sunny Lane, when they suddenly realized they had no idea where they were going
Mrs. Friedman hurried into the room.
“Oh, there you are, Fishel and Faivish! I need you to go to the store,” she announced. “I must get started on supper.”
But Fishel and Faivish were so busy reading they didn’t hear a thing.
“Boys!” Mrs. Friedman called sharply. “I’m talking to you!”
“Huh?” said Fishel, looking up.
“Hmm?” said Faivish, raising his eyes.
“I need you to go to the store now. Here’s what I want you to buy.”
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