A roar from somewhere nearby made them jump. They both dropped their watering cans
“Boys, you’ve been lounging around all afternoon,” growled Mr. Friedman. “It’s time you made yourselves useful. I’m sure your mother could use some help.”
He looked at Mrs. Friedman.
“Well — I suppose they could water the flowers in the back garden,” said Mrs. Friedman. She didn’t sound very sure.
“Oh no!” Fishel groaned loudly. “I hate watering flowers. What’s the point? Next thing you know, you have to do it all over again!
“Yeah. They should make waterless flowers,” declared Faivish. He agreed with his brother for a change. “Maybe I’ll invent some when I’m bigger and make piles of money. I’ll be rich as a king!”
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