One breezy afternoon, Pockets was exploring near the giggling green meadows when he heard a thumping sound.
Boom-chicka-boom. Boom-chicka-POW!
He followed the sound and peeked through a bush… and what he saw made his jaw drop.
A cool monkey wearing shades, a gold chain with the letter “D”, and a red cap was holding a microphone and rapping to the beat!
“Yo I swing through trees and drop the rhyme,
Banana beats, all the time!”
Next to him danced a jolly man in blue overalls, a giant striped top hat, and a red bow tie. He clapped along, cheering, “Encore, DJ Banana!”
Pockets gasped, and the two performers turned around.
“Yo, we got a guest!” said the monkey. “What’s your name, tiny legend?”
“I’m… Pockets,” he stammered. “And that was amazing!”
“Well Pockets,” said the man with the hat, “I’m Mr. Giggles, the Jolly Juggler. And this is DJ Banana. We travel the world spreading laughter, rhymes, and the secret of true joy.”
Pockets’ eyes widened. “What’s the secret?”
DJ Banana pointed at Pockets’ hand. “You’re already holding it.”
Pockets looked down—and realized he had been holding something the whole time: a wiggly, green fish he had found earlier at the pond. He had completely forgotten!
“A fish?” he asked, confused.
Mr. Giggles grinned. “Not just a fish, my boy—a symbol! You see, joy is like that fish. It’s slippery, weird, and sometimes smells funny. But it’s yours. Unique. Just like your rhythm.”
“But I don’t have a rhythm…” Pockets mumbled.
“Oh, you do,” said DJ Banana. “Let’s find it.”
So they beatboxed. They danced. They made rhymes about frogs, pancakes, and—yes—fishes.
And then, Pockets began to freestyle:
“I got a fish in my hand and a beat in my feet,
I’m Pockets the Bold, and I can’t be beat!”
Mr. Giggles clapped. DJ Banana dropped his mic and whooped.
“That’s it!” they cheered. “You found your beat!”
Later that evening, Pockets walked home with the green fish in one hand and a head full of rhymes. He didn’t tell anyone about the monkey or the man in the hat—but he started writing songs in his notebook and beatboxing during lunch breaks.
Eventually, Pockets started a school club called “The Rhythm Rangers”, where every kid found their beat—some with music, some with painting, some just by being wonderfully weird.
And whenever someone said, “I don’t think I’m special,” Pockets would grin and say:
“If you’ve ever held a fish and made it dance—
You’ve already got the magic. Just give yourself a chance.”
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Your uniqueness is your superpower. Whether it’s a fish, a rhyme, or a silly dream—hold it tight and let it shine.