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Y itzy knocked on his best friend Uri’s door and the call came from inside to come in. Yitzy realized belatedly and with a sinking feeling that the voice that said “Enter” belonged to Uri’s grandfather. By then it was too late to turn around.

Yitzy liked Zeidy Krauss but he knew the older man had a tendency to tell long stories mostly about the many devices he had invented in his younger years. He also had a tendency in the middle of the story to suddenly and unexpectedly ask a sharp question about the content which ruled out a listener being able to nod off while listening. Yitzy was a polite boy and when he caught sight of Uri’s grandfather in the armchair he smiled widely and said “Hello. How are you feeling Mr. Krauss?” “Baruch Hashem can’t complain. Because if I do everyone stops listening to me!” He chuckled “That’s a joke. Nice to see you Young Yanky.”

“Yitzy.”

“No no. Asher Zelig but you should know not to call an old man like me by my first name.” The conversation was starting to confuse Yitzy so he asked “Would you know if Uri is here Mr. Krauss?”

At that moment Uri staggered into the living room under the weight of a very large… thing. He panted “Where should I put it Zeidy?”

“Put it right down there that’s a good boy Uri.” So Uri dropped the large aluminum thing with a crash onto the floor.

“Yikes watch the Unhoister!” Zeidy yelled just as Uri’s mother yelled from the kitchen “Yikes! Watch the wood! We just had that refinished!”

“The Un-what?” Yitzy asked in fascination staring at the object that had just gouged a chunk out of the wood floor. The object reached his waist and looked like a metal bunk bed that could sleep four one on top of the other but compacted so the “beds” were one right on top of the other.

“Unhoister” Uri replied his breathing back to normal. “It’s for taking down the succah.” “Succah! You haven’t taken down your succah yet?” Yitzy wanted to know.