By: Drake Dunaway | © 2017
The quaint shtetl of Rosava lay alone in the wide and grassy country of Russia. The sun was tracking toward evening behind the clouds on a drear Friday. The cows lowed as they headed back to the barns. Shabbat preparations were in full swing.
In the barn, two boys and a girl argued about killing a snake they found in the corner of one of the stalls. It was long and black.