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Pinocchio the Untold Story

He carried the old man into the woods to watch the body slowly decay. The sun, wind and rain prepared Geppetto's corpse until it was fit to be new growth for the soil Pinocchio watched patiently, the trees did not mourn, and the puppet could not. He had seen children cry and wondered why? A time came when he simply had to be still; to feel what the trees felt. Eventually he himself turned tree-ish. Decades pasts, a woodsman chopped him down, for he was much taken by its human form – a quirk of growth no doubt. He thought to himself: I could make a doll for my daughter out of this four limbed stump of a thing.

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