[Here followeth a seasonally apropos guest post by Houston Steve... his very own 100-word story!]
Abe and Moishe were constantly at it.
The needling never stopped, and there was a wager on everything. Everything.
Who could eat the most herring at one sitting; who could eat more chrain without drinking water. And when autumn rolled around, Abe always took the bait.
It was a wager he knew he could never win, because Moishe was simply the better man when it came to carpentry. There was absolutely no way Abe was going to get his built faster; he was going to lose, and lose badly.
But that didn’t matter. Abe always fell for the Sukkah bet.