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Jolly Solly: Forward, March!

R. Atkins

“There’s going to be a parade,” he informed them. “I can’t tell you who’s in it, as it’s top secret. But do come and watch!”

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

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S unny Lane, and the streets all around, were plastered with big colorful signs. They read,

Notice from City Hall
We wish to inform you that this road and the surrounding streets will be closed to vehicular traffic on Sunday afternoon, due to a procession.
Further details may be obtained from the City Hall Office.

“What does it say?” asked Miriam Morris, on the way home from the shops with her big sister Leah when they spotted the signs.

“It says that on Sunday no cars will be allowed to come into our area,” explained Leah.

“Why? Is it gonna be Shabbos again?” asked Miriam.

“No,” replied Leah, hiding a chuckle. “There’s going to be a procession.”

“What’s a po-ssession?” asked Miraim curiously.

“Um… well, it’s… actually, I’m not sure,” confessed Leah. “Oh! There’s Jolly Solly! Let’s ask him.”

Jolly Solly greeted them with his usual cheerful grin, and was happy to explain.

“There’s going to be a parade,” he informed them. “I can’t tell you who’s in it, as it’s top secret. But do come and watch! I assure you it’s going to be great fun!”

His cell phone rang just then, and the clown had to rush off on one of his mitzvah missions.

 

For the next few days, workers from the city were very busy in and around Sunny Lane. They put up railings at the side of the roads, and unloaded moveable barriers ready for the day of the procession. Fishel and Faivish Friedman hung around after school every day driving them crazy, hoping to find out details of the event, but the workers wouldn’t reveal a thing.

The pair made plans to wake up early on Sunday morning, so they could be the first to find out what was going on. Unfortunately, they slept right through their alarm, and only woke up when the school van was already honking outside. Thus they went to school none the wiser. Not that there was anything much to see just yet, as the girls in the street soon found out, much to their disappointment.

It was Mr. Krankowitz who first noticed an unusual sound that afternoon.

“What’s that?” he growled. “Can’t a fellow get some peace around here?”

The noise got louder.

Oompah! Oompah-pah!

Fortunately, the school vans started to arrive just then, dropping the boys at home. The children stood there listening intently to the rhythmic sound, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

Suddenly there was the sound of marching feet, and there, coming toward Sunny Lane, was a marching band! (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 700)

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