Story of Pinocchio

There was once a boy, real small and coy.
He didn't know that soon the land would end.
Staring down he found a rock, too much to understand.
String kept falling from the sky, there was no reason to ask why.
The sun was always shining directly on his face, to shy to ask so he stayed in his place.
Words would never leave his mouth, but thoughts were running through in and out.
Finally the light changed, a faint blue color appeared.
"What is your wish?" asked the fairy who was near.
He began to speak and learned the land didn't have an end.
The strings detached and the sun became a lamp.
Looking down, he realized he was wood from head to toe.
The poor boy learned his name is Pinocchio.


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