“Think about it,” he continued. “Why do you think Mr. Greenbaum made up that whole contest in the first place?”
Yitzy couldn’t believe it. That’s it, he thought to himself, it’s all over. “I guess we live in Mr. Burtman’s building now,” he said.
He cringed as he thought of Mr. Burtman. That man had tried so hard to get Yitzy distracted by leaving all those toys at his door. It was a mean trick, but it didn’t matter anymore. In the end, Mr. Burtman had won and Yitzy had lost.
“So what happens now?” he asked his father.
Rabbi Levinson put his hand on Yitzy’s shoulder.
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