One bright, sunny morning, Pockets sat by the village stream, dreaming about the legendary Golden Gloves. These weren’t just any gloves—magical gloves that made anyone kinder, more polite, and respectful. It was said that if you wore them every day, with one finger at a time, and kept them clean by being truthful and kind, you would become someone special.
But there was a rule: you must never tell anyone about the gloves. They were a secret between you and the gloves. If you used them the right way—by being good and using magic words like “please” and “thank you”—you’d make everyone proud, without them even knowing about the gloves.
Pockets wanted to wear them but wasn’t sure if he was ready for the responsibility. That’s when Mukur appeared, humming down the stream. She had heard Pockets’ worries and wanted to help.
“You’re still thinking about the Golden Gloves?” Mukur asked, sitting beside him.
“I want to wear them,” Pockets said, “but I don’t know if I’m ready. Everyone says it’s a big responsibility.”
Mukur smiled. “It is. The Golden Gloves are powerful, but they only work if you’re willing to try every day. You have to put them on slowly, one finger at a time, and keep them clean by being respectful. It’s about being kind, even when it’s hard.”
Pockets thought about it. “But sometimes I forget to be polite. I’m not perfect.”
Mukur nodded. “No one is. The gloves don’t make you perfect; they remind you to try your best. Every time you use your magic words—like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’—you’re being the person the gloves want you to be.”
The next day, Pockets tried his best. He remembered Mukur’s advice and focused on being kind and polite, even when it was hard. He accidentally interrupted his mom, forgot to say “please” when asking for food, and lost his temper when he couldn’t find his favorite toy. But each time, he stopped, took a breath, and reminded himself: Be respectful. Be kind.
Later, when his friend Liam fell and scraped his knee, Pockets rushed over and helped him, saying, “Are you okay, Liam? Please be careful next time.” Liam smiled, and Pockets felt a warmth in his heart, like the gloves were glowing—even though he hadn’t put them on yet.
As the day went on, Pockets kept practicing. He helped his little sister with her drawing, said “thank you” when his parents gave him a snack, and helped clean up the house. Every time, he felt a little bit prouder of himself.
At the end of the day, as he lay in bed, Pockets realized that the Golden Gloves weren’t just about wearing them—they were about being kind, every day. He wasn’t perfect, but he had tried his best, and that was enough.
The next morning, he woke up, imagined the Golden Gloves waiting for him, and put them on, one finger at a time. He promised himself to try again, to be respectful, kind, and honest every day.
The Golden Gloves weren’t just a secret to keep—they were a reminder of what he could become.
And from that day on, Pockets wore his Golden Gloves, growing kinder, more respectful, and more thoughtful with every finger he put on. Though he never told anyone about the gloves, everyone could see the magic in the way he treated others.