“Think about it,” he continued. “Why do you think Mr. Greenbaum made up that whole contest in the first place?”
He was so overwhelmed; he could hardly talk. Finally, he was able to squeak out two words: “Thank you”
Who would have ever believed that he, Yitzy Levinson, the boy who never paid attention in class, could have done such a thing?
“Why do you look so upset? You look like someone who just lost a contest, not someone who won!”
Yitzy’s eyes popped wide open. Now he was worried. This question did not have an easy yes-or-no answer
Yitzy jumped up out of his chair. He couldn’t believe the chutzpah of that wicked man