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Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets Teaches Behavior To The Kids

Hi, my name is Pockets! My mission is to help and teach kids the good value of life. I have a lot of pockets, even on my hat. Sometimes I forget to do something, and I write them down and put them in one of my pockets. Then I will forget what pocket I put the note in. So, I add another pocket to my clothes, but in a different color so that will help me to remember that I put it in that color pocket.

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The Woodcutter and the Golden Ax

Pockets & Friends

There was once a woodcutter, working hard in the forest, getting wood to sell for some food. As he was cutting a tree, his ax accidentally fell into the river. The river was deep and was flowing really fast – he lost his ax and could not find it again. He sat at the bank of the river and wept.

While he wept, the God of the river arose and asked him what happened. The woodcutter told him the story. The God of the river offered to help him by looking for his ax. He disappeared into the river and retrieved a golden ax, but the woodcutter said it was not his. He disappeared again and came back with a silver ax, but the woodcutter said that was not his either. The God disappeared into the water again and came back with an iron ax – the woodcutter smiled and said it was his. God was impressed with the woodcutter’s honesty and gifted him both the golden and silver axes.

Moral of the Story

Honesty is the best policy.

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