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Pinocchio


Here is the story of Pinocchio

He was made by a wood carver named Geppetto

Geppetto had a wish for his puppet to become evil and do his bidding

His wish was granted and that was no kidding

A dark fog came out of the ground one night

And gave Pinocchio life which sparked the earth with fright

He destroyed the life of the one that started his

And off to the town he went to explore his new ways

Along the journey he met Jiminy Cricket who teaches Pinocchio how to be evil

With the heart of the devil and only one thing on his mind, revenge

They continued on the path to town destroying everything in their path

Soon they approached and hid behind the brush

Waiting and waiting for the right moment to rush

Pillaging, plundering and setting fires, demolishing all in their wake

The townspeople had enough of the fury and took action against the menacing duo

To Pinocchio’s house they intended to brake

Into the darkness, they marched with torches lit and pitch forks high

They marched and marched under the night sky

The house opened up in the clearing and the townspeople circled

Yelling for their head

Jiminy paced as to figure out what to do and uttered underneath his breath, “How do I let them get rid of only you.”

Pinocchio overheard his ill wishes and took Jiminy’s life before the people would take his

The door flung open and rage filled the room

This was the beginning of young Pinocchio’s doom

They chased him around grabbing and tearing apart his wooden body till nothing was left

The people lit the house on fire and watched the flames touch the stars

The screams of Pinocchio could be heard through the heat

As they knew the evil was beat

An eerie fog lifted from the flames

The moon turned red, the ground shook and thunder rang

A crack opened beneath the frightened townspeople’s feet, they ran through the forest to escape with lied beneath

The wind started to whip the trees

Rustling the leaves

Swirling around and around into a funnel

An eerie fog went back into the crack, the ground sealed.

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