“Let’s do something else,” suggested Fishel. “I know what! Let’s surprise Mr. Krankowitz by weeding the flowerbeds”

Fishel and Faivish were hanging around their backyard, bored. They’d been sent there by their mother, after their cleaner had threatened to leave — before Pesach! There’d been the matter of the overturned bucket of soapy water, which Fishel claimed he was just looking at. There had been the shattered vase, which Faivish said he’d merely been standing next to.

“There’s nothing to do out here,” complained Fishel.

“I know.” Faivish agreed with his brother for a change.

“I’m totally fed up!”

“I’m fed upper than you.”

“You can’t be fed ‘upper.’ There’s no such word.”

“There is now. I made it up,” said Faivish.

“Think you’re smart, hey?”

“Yeah. And I am, too!”

The troublesome two faced off, fists clenched. Just then, they heard a noise from over the garden wall. Mr. Krankowitz had turned on his garden hose full strength, and was watering his flowerbeds. Fishel and Faivish forgot all about their fight.

“Do you want some help?” called Fishel, eyeing the hose hopefully.

“We could water the flowers for you,” offered Faivish.