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Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets Teaches Behavior To The Kids

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.

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When Pockets Is The Greatest Magician

Pockets the Magician

Welcome children of all ages! We have a great show for you today. It’s not an illusion. It is not trickery to make things look real. It’s true magic at its best!

I know the magic word… It’s not, “Hocus Pocus,” or, “Abracadabra.”

I am pretty sure that your parents know the magic word as well. But first I am going to write it down.

I want you to go ask your parents, or an adult, for the magic word.

The word is, “Please!” Was I right?

The magic word is very real. So, if you don’t use it, the magic word will disappear and nothing will happen.

But, the great thing about having this magic word in your life is that only you can make the magic come back at any time. All you have to do is say the magic word again!

Remember children… the magic word is, “Please!”

Your parents are maybe busy at times.

That doesn’t mean that they don’t love you. It means that they love you more, and taking care of you is another way they are showing you their magic.

The End.

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