What he’s saying sounds interesting, Yitzi thought. Maybe if I try really hard I can pay attention for at least a few minutes

Hmm, the last time something like this had happened, his mother had poured a cup of water on him! Yitzy’s eyes popped wide open

“Don’t worry a bit, Mr. Levinson,” he stammered, “we won’t try to take away any of your old furniture… I mean your treasure”

Zev stuck his head into the room. “Um… Mommy… Tatty… Do you remember the vase full of flowers that used to be on the dining room table?”

Zev stuck his head into the room. “Um… Mommy… Tatty… Do you remember the vase full of flowers that used to be on the dining room table?”

“Oh no!” he thought to himself. “My rebbi asked me for the tallest Succah, and I answered him with the smallest succah. How embarrassing”

He dropped the messy papers into the garbage and dove under the kitchen table. A moment later he emerged, holding his missing sneaker high

Yitzy’s head jerked upward. He shrieked in horror. He was standing under a huge waterfall. Thousands of gallons of water were hurtling downward, right toward his head

“It’s incredible that after all these years of not speaking to us, Mr. Greenbaum will actually be sitting at our Shabbos table”