Ten year old Harold and his eight year old sister Margret were good kids but Harold was quite lazy about doing his homework. Mrs. Zgura, his mother’s Romanian friend, often teased him about it: “Herrald”, she’d say, “eef you dun’t do humvork, Jeepsies veell keednep littell seester, iven vonce you forrrget”. He did his homework daily for a while. One day, though, he got distracted by friends so he never bothered. The next morning he went into Margret’s room to greet her. Chills ran up and down the boy’s spine.