“The mayor, together with Jr., is delighted to invite you to a special show in the town square featuring the famous clown, Jolly Solly”
The noise was heard all the way to Sunny Lane. Nobody paid much attention, however. There was often building going on in the area. No one except for Mr. Krankowitz, that is. The old man had decided that noise wasn’t good for his prize rosebushes. And he was determined to do something about it.
First, he went to investigate. Grabbing his cane, he marched in the direction of the sounds. To his surprise, they were coming from the town square. Mr. Krankowitz found the place a hive of activity. Workmen in hard hats rushed around with planks of wood. Others hammered in nails. They appeared to be putting up some sort of structure. Mr. Krankowitz stared in astonishment. It looked like they were putting up a stage! What on earth for?
“Hey!” shouted Mr. Krankowitz, waving his cane.
“Sir, you need to move aside for your own safety,” a man in a yellow jacket said. “Please step back.”
“Humph!” said Mr. Krankowitz, not budging. “What’s going on here? Who gave you permission to build on public property? I’m going to complain to the mayor.”
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