Pockets and the Treasure of Manners

Pockets was eager to show how much he knew. "Well, I ask lots of questions," he said, "and then I talk about myself so everyone knows what I'm like."

The giant frowned, scratching his beard. "Ah, young one, while it's good to learn about others, it's also important to listen. If you only talk about yourself, you may miss the chance to truly understand the person you're meeting."

Pockets nodded, realizing his mistake. "I'm sorry, Gormak," he said humbly. "I should have been more polite and considerate."

The giant smiled, "It’s okay, young traveler. Now, take this path, but remember: listening and greeting others with respect will take you far in your adventure."

Pockets remembered the lessons Grandma had taught him—respect and kindness were always the way to go. He smiled up at Gormak and said, "Hello, Gormak! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

The giant's eyes sparkled, and he clapped his enormous hands. "Well done, young one! A smile and a greeting go a long way. Because you chose wisely, I'll help you on your way."

With a wave of his hand, Gormak parted the trees, revealing a sparkling path that led deeper into the forest. "Go forth, Pockets, and may good manners always guide your way."

Pockets, feeling unsure, didn’t greet Gormak at all. He simply walked past the giant, ignoring his presence.

The giant’s expression grew sad. "Ah, little one, in life, we must always show kindness and respect, even to those we meet on the path. Ignoring someone can hurt their feelings, and it is never the right way to move forward."

Pockets felt a pang of regret. He turned back and said, "I'm sorry, Gormak. I should have greeted you properly."

The giant smiled gently. "Remember, kindness opens doors that nothing else can. Now, take this path and let your manners guide you onward."

Pockets, eager to speak his mind, interrupted Riveressa, jumping in with his thoughts.

The river’s voice grew stern. “Little one, when you interrupt someone, you miss out on hearing what they truly want to share. The path ahead will be harder for you, but you may still learn.”

The water swirled, and a narrow, rocky path appeared. “It is never too late to learn, traveler. Move carefully, and remember, listening is key to understanding.”

Pockets took a deep breath, remembering Grandma’s advice. “I will listen carefully and show interest,” he said.

Riveressa smiled warmly. “Ah, a wise choice! When you listen with your heart, you truly understand the other person. I see you are ready for the next step.”

The river parted, forming a bridge made of soft, golden stones. "Cross safely, young one, and carry your listening ear with you."

Pockets stayed silent as Riveressa spoke, but instead of listening, he began to look around impatiently.

Riveressa's voice softened. "Ah, you choose to ignore. You may not understand the value of what I say, but the journey ahead will teach you. Listen carefully next time."

The river parted, but it was not as smooth as before. Pockets had to carefully step from stone to stone to continue on his journey.