Your kids will love this dramatized version of the Jolly Solly series, read by Nechama B. 

They can follow along with the video, or the printout, and color the picture too!

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"Boys, you’ve been lounging around all afternoon,” growled Mr. Friedman. “It’s time you made yourselves useful. I’m sure your mother could use some help.”

He looked at Mrs. Friedman.

“Well — I suppose they could water the flowers in the back garden,” said Mrs. Friedman. She didn’t sound very sure.

“Oh no!” Fishel groaned loudly. “I hate watering flowers. What’s the point? Next thing you know, you have to do it all over again!

“Yeah. They should make waterless flowers,” declared Faivish. He agreed with his brother for a change. “Maybe I’ll invent some when I’m bigger and make piles of money. I’ll be rich as a king!”

“I’ll be rich as ten kings!”

“Twenty!”

“A hundred!”

Mrs. Friedman decided to intervene before things got out of hand. She pressed a watering can into Fishel’s reluctant fingers. And another into Faivish’s. “Boys, the flowers,” she said.

Seeing their father’s watchful gaze, the boys shuffled out to the garden. Watering flowers! What an utterly boring job. And there was a whole exciting world out there of things to do! They wished they were biking — scootering — rollerblading. Anything but watering boring old flowers.

The Friedmans’ garden was lush and gorgeous, with blooms in every color. Fishel and Faivish, however, were blind to its beauty. They listlessly filled the watering cans. They started pouring water every which way.

“Stop it! You’re splashing me!” complained Fishel.

“Oh, yeah? Well, you’re sploshing me!”

“You started it!” growled Fishel.

“Oh, really?” snarled Faivish.

The two brothers faced off.

SPLASH!

SPLOSH!

Suddenly, a roar from somewhere nearby made them jump. They both dropped their watering cans.