Jolly Solly: Streetlights

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I t was the weirdest thing. One minute Mr. Krankowitz was sitting in his favorite armchair smoking his pipe and reading the evening newspaper — and the next thing there was a little “pop” and all the lights in the house went out.

Muttering crossly to himself the old man got up to check what was going on. He tried flipping a few different light switches on and off but it was no use. None of them was working.

Mr. Krankowitz glanced out of a nearby window — to his surprise all of Sunny Lane was shrouded in darkness. Whatever in the world was going on?

The door of the house next door was flung open and he was just able to make out Fishel and Faivish Friedman racing out waving their arms and yelling “It’s a blackout!”