“What a dreadful racket!” he complained. “There’s no need to break the door down”
The Morrises went first. Mrs. Morris bought a fresh loaf of bread for the old man as requested, and sent Moishy to take it over. Moishy knew Mr. Krankowitz was hard of hearing, so he knocked loudly. Rap, rap, rap!
The door flew open, and Mr. Krankowitz stood there, scowling.
“What a dreadful racket!” he complained. “There’s no need to break the door down.”
He took the bag from Moishy without so much as a thank-you. Moishy shrugged as he headed home. A mitzvah was a mitzvah, wasn’t it? But he made sure to tell his mother that whoever went next should knock gently.
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