Moishy and his friends stared at each other in shock. A court order! That sounded dreadful. What if the court decided to close the camp down? It was simply unthinkable.,Jolly Solly: Guest of Honor,Moishy and his friends stared at each other in shock. A court order! That sounded dreadful. What if the court decided to close the camp down? It was simply unthinkable.
Photo: Nechama Leibler
The day camp was in full swing. Fishel and Faivish had gone away to their grandmother in Miami so things were definitely a little less lively than they’d been before but Moishy Morris and his friends were still having a fine time.
Color war had broken out a while back and the teams were busy preparing banners. Moishy was painting a border with his friends when they heard the sound of raised voices from somewhere nearby. The head counselor was having a heated discussion with an unknown person.
“I’m fed up!” growled a man’s voice sounding awfully familiar to Moishy. “The noise of the boy’s singing carries all the way over to my house. It’s bad for my roses I tell you. They need peace and quiet not this great big racket you keep setting up.”
Moishy groaned to himself. No wonder the voice sounded familiar. It was Mr. Krankowitz! The old man seemed to like nothing better than to complain all day long about everything from the sun being too sunny to the rain being too rainy. And now he’d set his sights on the day camp!
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