When she got to her room, she sat down on her mattress and started to
clean the menorah. She kept picking at the wax with her fingernails, but it
just wouldn't come off. She looked up at the silver menorah and was
surprised. It seemed to have gotten brighter, but Maya hadn't cleaned it,
and it seemed to be twinkling, almost as if it were boasting about its beauty.
Yet there was no sun. It was very puzzling! Finally she couldn't bear it
anymore. She put the old menorah down and got up. She would have to tell
her parents what she planned to do sometime, and like they say, there's no
time like the present! But she couldn't; it was almost as if the menorah was
crying. Yes, it was crying! She could hear it, and Oh no, she thought, the
silver menorah is evil! She could practically see it smiling! Its glow seemed
to be getting horrid; it seemed to be laughing! Laughing at the poor old
menorah, so worn and ugly.
Maya felt hatred rising up her heart. How could she have loved such an
evil menorah! (You may think this is silly, but that is how she felt!) She
picked up the silver menorah and threw it onto the ground. It shattered
into a million glittering pieces. She scooped them up and threw them
outside. Then she sat down on her mattress and picked up the old
menorah and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry," she whispered to it,
"everything is all right now!" Then she got started cleaning it very
happily! Her mother came up an hour later and was surprised to see
Maya working so happily, as she had been a bit reluctant to start, but
she was grateful that Maya liked it!
"It's time for bed, darling," she said.
"But I haven't finished," complained Maya.
"You can do some tomorrow, Maya," said Miriam.
So Maya snuggled into bed and cuddled her rag doll. "Good night."