“But whoa, look over there!” said Chanoch, his eyes glowing. Not too far away from where they were, someone was building something 

Illustrations: Esti Friedman Saposh

“Boring, booooorrrrriiiiing,” said Gilad, leaning on a tree and facing his friends Chanoch, Yair, and Pinchas.

“What’s boring?” asked Yair, looking up from where he was sitting in the shade.

“Everything,” said Gilad. “Shushan is the most boring city in all of Paras U’Madai. We need action!”

“So?” said Pinchas, plopping himself into the grass next to Yair. “What do you suggest?”

“You see over there? On the other side of the river? There’s a perfect tree for building a tree house. What could be cooler than that?”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!”

The next day, the boys filled a wagon with all the wood they could find. “It’s not enough for a tree house. But it’s enough to start,” said Gilad.

“But whoa, look over there!” said Chanoch, his eyes glowing. Not too far away from where they were, someone was building something with very good quality wood, and there were a lot of scraps lying around.

“I wonder what they’re doing over there with all that wood?” said Chanoch.

“Well, we’re going to be in the perfect place to find out! This is exactly why we needed to build a tree house — so we can see where the action is! And maybe, just maybe, we found it!” said Gilad.