Moreh Candy Striper from Beanstalk Village

There once was a Jewish teacher and she liked to be known as the Candy Striper.  She lived in a peculiar place in the universe where there were beanstalks all over the hallways of the school building.  I missed this particular Jewish Teacher who we will use the Jewish word for teacher to describe, namely Morah.  Moreh CS was busy one morning on her way to school and she saw a pink sweater on the bathroom sink in her brothers bedroom.  It was a beautiful pink sweater and is had cashmere fabric.  But there was a single flaw.  A thread was prodtruding from the fabric and it was sorely tainted with the ugly color of brown from a soup that her brother had eaten. In fact, the stain was permanent.  But that's ok.  It was on the inside of the sweater and noone could see it as long as her brother wore the sweater properly.  In fact her brother said he refused to cut the brown protrusion of only half a centimeter because he really feared that if he did, the entire beautiful pink sweater might indeed come rather unraveled and then he would have to spend 500 more dollars to replace such a find set of threads.  That was too much for Moreh Candy Striper and she decided that the sweater had to go and that it needed to be tossed in the trashcan in her class room in the school building.  So she brought the pink sweater to the school, tossed it in the trash and she let the anger out of her soul. But that was too bad because her brother had in fact bought some pink dye and cleaning materials and planned to indeed remove the brown stain which really wasnt even brown. It was light tan.  And the sweater was beautiful.  So when her brother came home and the sweater was gone, her brother who spent 50 dollars on the cleaning materials was annoyed.  Now he had no sweater, and 50 dollars of useless materials to clean a sweater that was no where in the house and clearly not where he had left it.  So he called his sister at her school building and asked her if she had seen the sweater and if she might be able to help him.  She told him that she hated the sweater and that it was in the trash pail.  But the real problem was that the trash collectors had taken the sweater and removed it from the trash pail.  They thought it was so nice that they sold it in a store and it fetched 10,000 dollars.  In fact it was such a fine sweater that the president of the nation took it and wore it on national television every month with his friends when they sipped magenta coffee out of a bible store salesmans cup collection.  I thought that the teacher friend of mine here in described was a very pretty woman, but she lacked one simple thing, she was missing the garment that her father gave to her for her birthday on her thirtiest birthday party.  It was a fine blue garment and its price tag was well over 1 million dollars.  So it was very unfortunate that she had replaced it with a thirty dollar torn top from the goodwill store.  But that was ok becasue the dollar value was irrelevant.  Neither her father or her had parted with the million dollars and it was only significant because the presidents wife on television had purchased it at the thrift shop for a million dollars.  I missed my friend Moreh Candy Striper and she lived a happy life, but she never wore blue ever again.  She was resigned to wearing pink, pastel blues and greens that looked like the color of the beanstalks.  I thought that was indeed creative, but the beanstalks were purple inside and she never wore purple ever ever ever.   Too bad that she did not because her true eye color was purple and silver.  And it would have matched her sweater and the bean stalks would have been truly happy on the inside.