“Why do you think it’s a time machine?” Sruly asked, one eyebrow raised
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t came as no surprise when Meir announced that he had possibly discovered a time machine. He put a lot of emphasis on the possibly. Meir was just that kind of kid: the kind who is attracted to excitement, adventure and fun, like a bee to honey, or however that saying goes.
It had started when Meir’s neighbor – affectionately known as Uncle Mendel – announced that he was moving to a retirement home and needed help cleaning out his shed. Most people wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to clean out a shed, even if it was a mitzvah. But Meir could tell when someone was sitting on a goldmine (or however that saying goes) and was quick to volunteer. After all, Uncle Mendel was the type of guy who had a zillion cool stories about everything from black bears to warships (and more). And they were all true. So if anyone was bound to have cool stuff in the shed, it was Uncle Mendel.
And that’s how Meir came to discover the time machine.
“Why do you think it’s a time machine?” Sruly asked, one eyebrow raised.
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