“You know,” said Dov as they set out on the way home, “I thought we were fishing for fish today, but I think Hashem really wanted us to catch something else.” I thought I was fishing for a fish, I thought I was fishing for a fish,And while I was fishing, I was definitely wishing,That I’d |
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soon be fishing a fish! But what we caught was a mitzvah, Pulled it from the sea, Brought it to the land, And gave new friends a hand, Yes, we caught a mitzvah, Pulled it from the sea, Pulled it from the secrets of the sea! “Arr! Arr! Arr!” called the seagulls as the children reached their home. “Eli,” said Toby before she and her brother went inside, “you gave away both of your fish! Please take one of ours for Shabbos!” “Thank you, Toby and Dov,” said Eli. “Thank you, Eli!” said the children. “Thank you, Eli!” said Eli’s wife when he returned home with the Shabbos fish. “Thank you, Toby and Dov!” said the children’s mother when they returned home with the Shabbos fish. And so the sun set- and Shabbos came – to Fisherman’s Knot Island, where Shmueli’s family…And Toby and Dov’s family…And Eli’s family… Had a very special Shabbos! |
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