Once upon a time—or perhaps at another time—there was a young lady named Nicole. She had the prettiest, well-braided hair, rosy cheeks that blushed like the petals of a spring bloom, and a smile so warm that anyone who saw it couldn’t help but smile back.
Nicole had a dear friend named Mukur. Mukur was from India, a girl with a sharp mind, an adventurous spirit, and a deep curiosity—much like Pockets—always eager to explore new places and learn about different cultures.
The two were inseparable, always sharing stories, exchanging jokes, and laughing until their sides ached.
One day, as they walked along a quiet path, singing nursery rhymes, Mukur suddenly remembered one from her childhood. With a playful grin, she recited:
“Peach cobbler, hot!
Peach cobbler, cold!
Peach cobbler in a pot,
Nine days old.
Some like it hot!
Some like it cold!
Some like it in a pot,
Nine days old.”
As soon as she finished, they both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Nicole was just about to recite “Mary Had a Little Lamb” when Mukur, eyes twinkling with curiosity, interrupted her.
“Wait, Nicole! Have you ever wondered what these nursery rhymes really mean? I’ve heard that some of them have hidden messages—secrets about things that happened long ago!”
Intrigued, Nicole nodded. “Let’s find out!”
She sat down and studied “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” An hour passed, and suddenly, her eyes widened in astonishment.
“Mukur, guess what I discovered?” she exclaimed. “Mary wasn’t just any girl—Mary was the mother of Jesus Christ! And the little lamb… it wasn’t just any lamb. It was Him!”
Mukur leaned in, fascinated.
Nicole continued, “They called Jesus the Lamb of God. I think this nursery rhyme wasn’t really about a girl and her pet at all—it was a hidden story about Him. I believe people at the time used it as a way to share the message of God in secret, hiding it from the guards who would have arrested them if they spoke openly.”
She recited a version of the rhyme that seemed to reveal its deeper meaning:
“Mary had a little Lamb,
Whose sins were white as snow.
Everywhere the little Lamb went,
People were sure to go.
He healed some on the Sabbath day,
But it was against the rules.
All His disciples ran away,
As they watched the Lamb at doom.
“How much does He love us?”
The eager people cried.
“He loves us so much,”
For the Bible says,
He stretched out His arms and died.”
Mukur sat in stunned silence, her heart filled with wonder.
“So they used nursery rhymes as secret songs,” Mukur murmured, “passing down their faith even when they weren’t allowed to.”
Nicole nodded. “Exactly. They turned simple verses into a way to keep the truth alive.”
The two friends sat quietly for a moment, realizing they had uncovered something extraordinary—proof that even in the simplest of songs, the most powerful stories can be hidden, waiting to be found by those who seek the truth.