Think Fast!
“Look here, it’s Tishah B’Av. Let’s not fight. Why don’t we do acts of kindness instead?”
IT
was Tishah B’Av afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Friedman were upstairs resting from the fast.
“Imagine not eating for a whole day!” observed Fishel with a shiver.
“I know,” replied Faivish. He had just finished eating a giant triple-decker sandwich; he always felt extra hungry on fast days. “I don’t know how I’ll ever manage to fast when I’m older.”
“Well, we’ve got ages until our bar mitzvah.”
“It’s not ages. It’s just a few years.”
“Exactly. That is ages.”
“Isn’t!”
“Is!”
Faivish held up his hand.
“Look here, it’s Tishah B’Av. Let’s not fight. Why don’t we do acts of kindness instead? You know, like we learned in school. Helping to build the Beis Hamikdash and so on.”
Fishel shrugged. “Okay. But what should we do?”
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