“Hey, you!” he yelled at Fishel and Faivish. “Keep an eye on my roses, will you!”
There was an ambulance outside Mr. Krankowitz’s house. Oh dear! As the children of Sunny Lane stared, two paramedics rapped on the old man’s door.
Fishel and Faivish Friedman tried to peek inside the house. The paramedics shut the door firmly behind them.
“What’s going on?” called Moishy Morris from across the street.
“We can’t say,” replied Fishel. He didn’t let on that the reason he couldn’t say was that he didn’t have any idea.
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