Shavuot was coming but Yossi had no money for braided challahs or blintzes for the children let alone flowers for his wife Malka
Perhaps we can sell something in the market Malka said What a good idea How about kippahs like mine Yossi said holding up the one she’d made for him So with the last of her fabric Malka made three beautiful kippahs that shone with the colors of the rainbow
Off went Yossi whistling into town with the kippahs in a basket But nobody wanted to buy kippahs
