“Where can I keep this bothersome ticket?” muttered Mr. Krankowitz. “How annoying!”

MR.Krankowitz looked as grumpy as usual as he worked in his garden. He yelled at Fishel and Faivish as they whizzed past on their scooters. He was sure the noise disturbed his roses. He shooed away the neighbor’s cat. He had no time for animals that wandered in and out of other people’s gardens.

But secretly, he was feeling rather pleased. His ticket for the seniors’ outing to the beach had come in the mail. It was held every summer, and he couldn’t help looking forward to it.

The outings were to the seaside, with buses provided. Mr. Krankowitz always took his overcoat, hat, and scarf along. After all, summer or not, you never knew when the weather might turn nasty. He brought his walking stick along, too. He could manage perfectly well without it, but you never knew when you might meet a burglar.

The old man debated where to keep the ticket. He certainly didn’t want to lose it! Should he put it on the mantle above the fireplace? No, it might fall off and get lost. What about behind the coffee jar in the kitchen? No, it might get wet or dirty.

“Where can I keep this bothersome ticket?” muttered Mr. Krankowitz. “How annoying!”