A purple poodle.
My 6th grade English teacher, Ms. Kopp, showed poodles in dog shows. Often considered the mean or scary teacher, something not helped by a voice made abrasive from years of smoking, she was disliked and/or feared by many students.
Come springtime, I finally mustered the courage to inquire about the mason jars sitting on the edge of her desk filled with colorful shards of homemade candy.
Turns out she brought it in for the students, but no one had ever asked.
Turns out she wasn't really mean.
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