“Let’s make a carnival! We’ll charge an entry fee, and make loads of cash!”
Fishel and Faivish Friedman had set their hearts on a walkie-talkie set. The one displayed in the window of Tully’s Toyshop. Every kid in town seemed to own one: It was the very latest fad. There was one small problem, however — they had no money. Not a cent!
There were no birthdays coming up in the near future. Fishel and Faivish had lost their allowance for the next three months. (Due to an encounter between their ball and a window.)
“It’s not fair,” grumbled Fishel. “Where’s a kid meant to get money from? We’re utterly deprived.”
“Yeah.” Faivish agreed with his brother for a change.
The pair silently thought about the bitterness of life. Especially life without basics such as walkie-talkies.
Suddenly, Fishel jumped up.
“I know how we can earn money!”
“How?” asked Faivish curiously.
“Let’s make a carnival! We’ll charge an entry fee, and make loads of cash!”
“But — how can we make a carnival? Don’t you need rides and stuff?”
“We’ll make our own rides,” Fishel declared. He was confident.
Faivish had to admit he liked the idea.
Within a short time, the brothers had produced a set of posters announcing the carnival:
GRAND KARNIVAL FOR KIDS
At the Friedmans’ house
Today at 3 o’ clock prompt
Rip-roring Rides Never Seen Befour!
Cost: $1
The brothers were just about to put a poster on their front gate, when they heard a loud, “Ahem.”
