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.
One sunny afternoon, Pockets was walking through the village square on his way to meet his best friend, Mukur. As Pockets walked, he noticed an
One morning, after the first bell rang, the class shuffled into the room and took their seats behind their desks. The air buzzed with chatter
Hi, my name is Luella. It’s nice to finally meet you! Guess what? My name sounds like Cinderella! The only difference between me and Cinderella
These little pockets of mine,I’m going to make them shine.Leave the sadness behind,I am smiling all the time. These little pockets of mine,I’m gonna make
I wasn’t born strong — life made me strong. Long before I wore the uniform, I fought battles no one could see. I survived heartbreak,
Pockets used to count the things that he put into his pockets. Then he would lose count because he kept forgetting how many pockets he