“Why don’t you tell me all about your machzor,” said Jolly Solly. “It does sound like a very valuable item”
“Mr. Krank!” he said. He felt proud for saying the neighbor’s name correctly. At least in his opinion.
“You mean Mr. Krankowitz, I suppose,” said Mrs. Faigelbaum. “What about him?”
Efraim pointed in the direction of the old man’s house. Then Mrs. Faigelbaum heard it, too. The old man was shouting about robbers.
“I’d better check what’s going on,” she said.
Scooping up Efraim (and his precious duck), she hurried next door and rang the bell. Mr. Krankowitz appeared. He looked red and angry.
“It’s gone! he shouted, to Mrs. Faigelbaum’s astonishment. “I tell you, someone’s stolen it!”
“Um…what’s gone?” she asked.
“My Yom Kippur machzor, that’s what! The one I’ve been using for the past 50 years! What will I do this year?”
