Slowly a look of pure horror dawned on their faces. The kiosk was locked and shuttered. A sign on the door read “CLOSED”
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t had taken two weeks of intense campaigning, but Fishel and Faivish had achieved their goal:
They were off to the amazing new Xtreme Xperience outdoor activity center! Mr. Friedman was going to drive them there.
To persuade their parents to agree to pay the rather expensive entry fee, they’d had to meet a whole load of conditions. Mr. Friedman had set out strict rules of early nights, getting to school on time, and helping to clear the supper table. And unlike softhearted Mrs. Friedman, the boys knew there was no monkey business where their father was concerned.
It had been a grueling two weeks, but Fishel and Faivish felt they’d truly earned their trip. As they sat in the back of Mr. Friedman’s minivan, they fairly bubbled over with excitement. They’d heard all about Xtreme Xperience from their friends. There was white water rafting, rock climbing, and rappeling. Best of all, there was a game called knockerball that had been the subject of rave reviews — you climbed into a kind of giant bubble, and then rushed around trying to knock everyone else over.
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