Good Plan

Fishel and Faivish eyed the posters excitedly.

“We’ve simply gotta go,” declared Fishel.

“Yeah! Sounds amazing!” responded Faivish, agreeing with his brother for a change.

“Let’s ask Daddy to take us.”

“Um… ” Faivish hesitated.

The brothers eyed each other.

The problem was, they weren’t exactly in Mr. Friedman’s good books at the moment. In fact, their allowance had been stopped for three weeks. “Just because of an old ball that slipped out of our hands backwards,” as Fishel put it.

“As if it’s our fault it broke all those plates,” agreed Faivish. “There must have been something wrong with them.”

Still, they felt that now was not the best time to ask their father for a favor.