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Jolly Solly: Miriam’s New Trike

R. Atkins

Miriam Morris had a new, pink and yellow tricycle. It was a present from Bubby and Zeidy. Miriam thought it quite the most beautiful trike in the whole wide world, and insisted on riding it everywhere. When Moishy went to Gavriel’s Grocery Store, Miriam came along — on her trike. When Leah walked up the road to post a letter, there was Miriam again — on her trike. It was all very well while it was still holiday time. The trouble started when school started.

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

jolly sollyLeah was about to leave for seminary, when a little voice piped up, “Wait for me!”

There was Miriam — with her trike, of course. She insisted on accompanying Leah until the corner of the road, where Jolly Solly’s house was. Poor Leah then had to turn around, and take the little girl all the way back home. She had to run like the wind to get to seminary on time!

A little later, it was Chavi’s turn to leave for school. Chavi had arranged to meet a friend on the way. She was hurrying out of the door with her brand new schoolbag, when she heard her name called.

“Chavi! Wait!”

It was Miriam. Chavi groaned as the little girl appeared — with her trike.

“I’m in a hurry,” said Chavi impatiently. “Gotta go.”

“Mmm-hmm,” agreed Miriam. “I also in a hurry. Gotta go — wiv you.”

And nothing Chavi said would change the little girl’s mind. She insisted on cycling along until the end of the road — after which Chavi had to take her all the way back home, before dashing off to try and catch her friend.

Then it was Moishy’s turn. His Cheder van honked outside, and he grabbed his schoolbag and ran for the door.

“Wait!” called a little voice. “Wait for me!”

The little girl rode her trike behind Moishy, all the way up the garden path, until the school van. Mommy had to rush after her and bring her back inside safely, while the driver muttered to himself impatiently.

 

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