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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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Pockets and the Wisdom of Miss Linda

One bright summer morning, Pockets woke up early, ready to enjoy a peaceful walk. The air was crisp and refreshing, much cooler than it would be later in the afternoon when the heat would rise. As he strolled along the familiar trail, he spotted a young lady walking her dog. The dog had a shiny tag dangling from its collar, and Pockets couldn’t help but wonder about it.

Curious, he asked, “Miss Linda, why does your dog have a tag around its neck? Did you just bring him or her out for a walk?”

Linda smiled softly, her warm expression matching the morning sun. “It’s just to identify my pet. If he ever gets lost, the tag has his name and my address, so he can always find his way back home.”

Pockets blinked in surprise. He hadn’t thought about that before. His mind started to wander as he imagined other pets – cats, rabbits, horses, and hamsters. But what about a fish? He wondered aloud.

Linda chuckled gently, her laughter light and airy. “Well, a fish doesn’t run around outside. It stays in its tank or bowl at home.”

Pockets nodded thoughtfully, but as he looked at Linda’s dog, he couldn’t help but think of his own stuffed animals. “I lose them all the time,” he admitted with a shy smile. “One time, I was so hungry that I left my teddy bear at the park. When I came back, he was gone. I should’ve had a tag around his neck… with bells on it.”

Linda’s smile grew wider as she listened to Pockets’ story. She kneeled down to his level, her honey-brown eyes warm and understanding. “You know, Pockets, sometimes we all lose things that are special to us. But remember, it’s not about tags or bells; it’s about cherishing the things we love. The love we give them is what makes them truly ours.”

Pockets’s eyes lit up as he thought about Linda’s words. “You’re right,” he said softly. “I’ll take better care of my stuffed animals from now on.”

Linda ruffled his hair affectionately and stood up. “That’s the spirit!” she said, with a gentle laugh. She then continued her walk with her dog, and Pockets, feeling lighter, decided to join her for a while. They walked together, the warm morning breeze gently brushing their faces.

As they walked, Pockets noticed how Linda’s blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, creating a soft halo around her head. She looked just like her name – “Linda,” which meant “pretty” in Spanish – and Pockets couldn’t help but smile at the coincidence.

On that beautiful summer morning, Pockets learned something important. It wasn’t about tags or bells. It was about the love we give to the things we cherish and the care we show them. As Pockets waved goodbye to Miss Linda and her dog, he felt a new sense of responsibility. Whether it was his furry friends, his stuffed animals, or the memories of a perfect morning, Pockets understood that they all deserved to be loved and treasured.

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