Every time he lied
His wooden nose grew.
And every time he lied
someone died.
"Pinocchio, my son, did you forget to feed the goldfish?"
"No, Papa."
His father was the first to go.
Then the puppet, the little wooden puppet ventured out within the village.
"Hello!" he said.
Though all were frightened of the little wooden puppet.
After some time
of public humiliation and shame
The puppet hid in the shadows
stealing to make a living.
"You've stolen my fruits, haven't you?" a merchant who saw him snatch an apple accused.
"No sir."
That was a lie
and so his nose grew
and so the merchant died.
The little wooden puppet grinned and smirked with the newly discovered power
he lied to all
and he killed them all.
Soon the entire village was filled
with corpses of people that were lied to
And happily
the evil wooden puppet frolicked away
into another village.
He continued to lie
his nose kept growing
and more people were dying.
Then, people began to notice.
And so they knew that they had to end the evil puppet.
"Kill him and scorch him and burn off the ashes!" the villages chanted, holding pitchforks and lanterns.
"Destroy the lying puppet!"
He heard them
he knew he would win
even though he was outnumbered.
Before they could even attack
he appeared in front ofthe crowd
"You're all my friends," he said ever so cheerfully.
And of course,
that was a
lie.
And so his nose grew
and the people fell dead.
He giggled
this was fun.
But then
a sparkle
a blue light
it appeared by him
and a female voice spoke.
"Pinocchio, what you are doing is wrong."
"Who are you?" he demanded, distressed.
"I am the blue fairy, no one important. But, Pinocchio I ask you, why do you lie?"
"I lie for fun."
"I know you, Pinocchio, you have no heart. You're only a puppet, is that correct?"
"Yes."
And for once,
that wasn't a lie.
"If you were real, you'd understand your wrong doings."
"Real? I don't comprehend."
"I will be your friend, Pinocchio.
I know that is all that you need."
"A friend? I've never had one."
"Only if you listen, Pinocchio. Promise. No more lies."
"Okay," he agreed. "No more lies."
The blue fairy then appeared in her mortal self
Her skin was fair her eyes were the deepest shade of blue
And she was smiling.
"Thank you, Pinocchio. Now remember your promise."
"I will."
The two became close
as close as friends could get
They went off to a forest
where Pinocchio could harm nobody.
However
the blue fairy to him
was a miracle
She made him feel strange
like he was
REAL.
His feeling his yearning his want to be real
made him feel horrible
He felt the guilt of killing all those people.
"Blue fairy, what happens to dead people?"
"They turn to dust," said the fairy. "Then their souls are free to go wherever they please."
"Souls? Do I have a soul?"
"I am not sure."
"Oh, I see."
Eventually, the blue fairy believed
"Pinocchio can return to humanity."
So with his wooden hand in hers
she led him into a village.
The first thing that happened alas
was a fight of words.
"Haha! You're made of wood!"
"No I'm not!"
Then the one that was mocking him
fell to his death.
"Pinocchio!" the blue fairy, who was watching said. "How could you?"
"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.
Truly, he was.
"Your promise, you broke it, why did you do that?"
"It was an accident the reason I lied."
"I don't believe you!" The blue fairy began to cry. "You're still the same, killing for fun." She began to fly away.
"No!" Pinocchio said. "Don't leave!"
"Well, why shouldn't I?"
"I have a feeling for you."
"A feeling? It must be hate." The blue fairy lowered her gaze. "Pinocchio, I loved you!"
The puppet stood quiet.
"Well? Do you love me?"
His answer was immediate.
"No, I don't love you."
He strongly believed
he needed to be real to love a "soul."
But then
to his shock
the blue fairy fell dead.
His nose grew one last time.
Pinocchio stared
unaware that he had just told a lie.
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