Morning bells chimed over Paddington Town as sunlight touched the cobblestone streets.

Barnaby the Bear opened the shop door and gave a small bow to the day.

“Good morning, Bea,” he said with a warm smile.

Bea the Bear returned the smile as she arranged a basket of pencils near the window.

“Let’s greet our neighbours,” she replied.

The weekly market bustled to life.

Stalls bloomed with fruit, ribbons, and jars of honey.

Barnaby and Bea stepped outside to offer quiet greetings.

“Good day, Mrs. Finch. Lovely apples,” Barnaby said, tipping his tidy scarf.

A new sound rolled down the lane—a sharp voice.

A travelling merchant was setting up a tall stall right across the path.

“Move along, plenty to see,” he called, stacking crates that blocked the walkway.

Shoppers squeezed past.

Children copied the merchant’s hurried tone.

“Give me that,” one cub said to a friend, forgetting “please.”

Bea leaned close to Barnaby. “Our street feels smaller today,” she whispered.

Soon a young squirrel tripped, sending a cart of books tumbling near the merchant’s feet.

The merchant scowled. “Not my problem.”

Barnaby bent down, gathering the scattered books.

“Thank you for giving us a little space,” he said gently to the merchant.

“Could you lift that crate so we can clear the rest?”

The merchant blinked, surprised by the calm request.

He lifted the crate without a word.

Barnaby stacked the books neatly and offered a bow. “Much obliged.”

Something in the air shifted.

Shoppers began holding doors open and passing quiet thank-yous.

A fox offered a “please” for a basket of berries.

Children softened their voices, copying Barnaby’s careful tone.

Bea stepped forward with a small smile.

“Would anyone like a ‘please and thank-you’ card?” she asked, handing out colourful slips.

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

The merchant scratched his head.

“I was a bit loud,” he admitted. “Thanks for your patience.”

“You’re welcome,” Barnaby said. “Kind words build the strongest bridges.”

By late afternoon the market hummed with gentle chatter.

Stalls shone like friendly lanterns, and every goodbye carried a warm “thank you.”

As Barnaby closed the shop door he looked at Bea.

“Politeness doesn’t need to shout,” he said.

Bea nodded, her eyes bright. “It just needs someone to begin.”

Power of Polite Words

This story teaches children that simple courtesies—please, thank you, and a calm voice—create a more welcoming community.

Discussion Starters for Parents and Kids

• How did Barnaby and Bea change the mood of the market?
• Why did the merchant begin to act more kindly?
• What polite words do you like to hear when someone talks to you?
• How can we remember to use kind manners every day?

Take-Home Idea

Make a “Polite Words” jar. Each time someone in the family uses kind language, add a note and celebrate at week’s end.