The neighbors called him Noisy Nachum. He was nice, but very noisy. He woke everyone up in the morning and kept them up late at night. He was even noisy on Shabbos when there was nothing to be noisy about! The neighbors didn’t know what to do. Nachum’s parents didn’t know what to do either. They always had a dreadful headache from all the racket.
CRASH! Nachum did it again. He dropped the big soup pan. (It’s a good thing it was empty!) The cover fell off and clattered across the floor. “Noisy Nachum is at it again ” said the downstairs neighbor.
WHAM! Nachum scraped his chair away from the table and knocked it into the wall. “There goes Nachum” said his upstairs neighbor.
“Nachum doesn’t walk” they all said. “He stomps.”
“Nachum doesn’t talk” they said. “He shouts.”
“Nachum doesn’t breathe. He snores.”
“Nachum is a good boy but oh-so-noisy.” They sighed.
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