Iyar was quickly approaching and no matter how hard Siman tried he simply could not come up with a Superstore Special for the upcoming month. “Grrr!” he muttered to himself as he pumped his arms. “Why can’t my brain think of one tiny idea?” After half an hour of running Siman’s legs began to burn and he felt himself slow down. Before long he heard Tov puffing behind him. “Finally ” Tov said as he ran alongside Siman. “What are you running away for?” “Running away?” Siman asked because he would never admit to his brother that he was stumped. “I’m just as strong as an ox that’s all.”