“Why don’t you join our family? We have a large succah, and you’re more than welcome.”

There had been strong winds the night before. Efraim Faigelbaum had woken up from the creaks and bangs outside. But everybody was still asleep. So he turned over and went back to sleep.
The next morning, though, there was the sound of loud yelling. It was from Mr. Krankowitz’s garden.
“My succah! It’s collapsed! What a calamity!”
Fishel and Faivish ran to the window. They saw that their own succah had been knocked too.
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