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The Clown that Came to Town

F. Lewin

“How are plans going for the Purim party at the nursing home?” asked Tzippy, as she and her friend Shaindy walked to school. “Great!” gushed Shaindy. “My father ordered mishloach manos for all the residents, and my sisters and I baked hamantasch-shaped challos filled with poppy seeds and raisins, and—”

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

SCREEEEECH! A light-green car scraped along the edge of the pavement. The girls jumped back as the car stopped abruptly spraying them both with a puddle of rainwater.

A plump woman wearing a broad-brimmed, yellow, floppy hat and flowing yellow skirt jumped out of the car. “Oooooh, I’m sooooo sorry,” she called to the girls. She waved a yellow-gloved hand and disappeared into the dollar store.

The girls looked at each other.

“Who is she?” Tzippy was the first to break the silence.

“I think she’s the new neighbor Frumi Green mentioned. She moved into that empty house on her road.”

A chattering sound from inside the car made the girls lean forward. Their eyes opened wide at the sight of a small monkey hopping inside a cage.”

“Cute!” Shaindy laughed.

“Getting to know Manjy?” the woman’s voice shrilled behind them. The girls jumped back. The woman opened the car door and fumbled under the seat. She fished out a long green umbrella with swaths of multicolored material draped around one end, and twirled it in the air before thrusting it near the girls’ faces.

“Let’s go!” Tzippy hissed. She grabbed Shaindy’s arm and they both moved quickly around the corner.

“She’s kinda strange ... that ... woman,” said Tzippy.

 

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