“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.
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