The Saturday sun shone over the school fairgrounds, where a big bake sale was planned. Pockets and Kaci carried a shopping list as long as a mixing spoon: flour, sugar, butter, chocolate chips, and rainbow sprinkles. They headed to Mukur’s Market, humming a cupcake song as they went.
Pockets jingled his pockets. “I’ve got three dollars and forty-two cents,” he said. “And one lucky button.”
A soft breeze skipped along the sidewalk. For a blink, a tiny white feather twirled by the bakery window and floated away.
Near that window, Kaci slowed to a stop. A silver-haired woman sat on a bench with a small cardboard sign: “Hungry. Please help.”
Kaci’s heart felt warm and heavy at the same time. She remembered being hungry at school—how hard it was to focus while her tummy made loud grrbl-blorp noises. It was embarrassing, and there was no way to cover it up.
Kaci looked at Pockets. “I remember a verse from my Bible,” she said softly. “‘If you give to the poor, it’s like lending to God.’ Can we get her a meal?”
Pockets counted his coins again. “We still need flour and sugar,” he whispered. He held up his button and smiled. “But I think we can do both. Kindness first.”
Inside the market, warm air smelled like cinnamon and oranges. Mukur listened closely as they told her. “That is a beautiful idea,” she said. “I’ll set your flour and sugar aside. Go share, then come right back to pay and pick up.”
She packed a warm bowl of soup, a slice of fresh bread, and a shiny apple. “Here you go—extra napkins for extra kindness.” Pockets used a pen by the register to draw a tiny star on the top napkin.
Outside, steam curled from the soup like ribbons. Kaci handed the bag to the woman. The woman’s eyes sparkled.
“Thank you, dear hearts,” she said in a gentle voice. “Bread tastes better when it’s shared. May your kindness rise like dough and feed many.”
Kaci smiled. “And may our cookies rise, too.”
They popped back inside to pay and pick up their ingredients. Pockets slid his coins to Mukur and counted, “One, two, three…” He grinned. “Just enough!”
When they stepped out again, the bench was empty. The paper cup was gone. The napkin was folded neatly—the little star peeking out. A bright sunbeam lay across the bench, as if it had saved her seat.
Kaci turned to Mukur. “Did you see a silver-haired woman a few minutes ago?”
Mukur blinked. “A woman? I haven’t seen any today. Just you two and a whole lot of sugar.”
They asked a man watering flowers, a girl on a scooter that went click-click, and even the ice cream truck driver. Everyone shook their heads. No one had seen her.
Kaci pressed a hand to her heart. “Sometimes when we help a stranger,” she whispered to Pockets, “we might be helping an angel and not even know it.”
Mukur listened, her eyes soft. “If there are angels about, then this is a day for kindness.” She flipped her sign to Back Soon, tucked flour under one arm and sugar under the other, and smiled. “Mind if I join you at the fairgrounds?”
Together, Pockets, Kaci, and Mukur mixed batter and laughter in big bowls. The air smelled like vanilla and apples. They baked Angel Apple Muffins and Kindness Cookies sprinkled with tiny stars. People lined up. Every time someone bought a treat, Kaci said, “May your kindness rise like dough!” Everyone giggled—and many bought another.
“Extra napkins for extra kindness!” called Mukur, handing out napkins with a wink.
By the end of the day, the table was empty of sweets but full of joy. They raised money for new books and started a special snack box for students who forgot breakfast. Pockets slipped his lucky button into the snack box. “First treasure,” he said.
As the sun set, a soft white feather drifted down and landed on Kaci’s shoulder. She held it up and smiled at Pockets and Mukur.
“Maybe it’s just the wind,” Pockets said.
“Maybe,” Kaci answered, eyes shining. “Or maybe it’s a hello.”
That night, Kaci tucked the feather into her Bible by the verse she loved: “If you give to the poor, it’s like lending to God.” Pockets and Mukur waved goodnight. Their hearts felt light as cupcakes. And somewhere, perhaps very near, an angel smiled.