Here's the first chapter of the story. I wrote it as I watched both films and did my best describe as much as I could. I hope you all enjoy it.
20 years later...
"For many years, Cristina kept up to her chores. She decided to become a wood-carver like her father, and she was very good at it. The forest kept her secret all those years, but the forest knew one thing that Cristina did not. That Miracles don't grow on trees. Miracles are made in the heart." said the narrator.
Two decades had pasted, and Cristina was now a full-grown women in her thirties. She wore a white blouse, with a black vest, a green skirt with yellow strips, and brown leather shoes. She was out in the forest collecting wood to carve. She wiped the sweat from her head and looked at the wood she had gathered. Thinking she had enough she was about to leave when she thought she heard a strange noise. She turned around and just a foot away was the same tree she carved the heart on many years ago. As she turned away she heard a loud crack! Cristina gasped and turned around to see the top of the tree break off. It rolled down the hill towards her and stop under her kart.
"A log...under the wheel! Oh, I think I'll take it home," said Cristina. The young wood-carver walked over to the wooden log, picked it up and took a whiff of it.
"Ah! I love the smell of pinewood! And it's makes good firewood too," She said to herself.
Cristina laid the wood on the pile with the others, picked up the kart and started pushing it out of the forest and back to town. As she crossed the bridge that led into the village, she passed a man with a mustache wearing a night-cap and night-gown loudly singing italian opera.
MY WIFE'S THE BLUSHING BLOOMING ROSE OF THE DAWNING WITHOUT THE STING!
"Good day, Luigi!" said Cristina pushing her kart along and smiling politely. The man kept singing louder and louder and was starting to annoy the neighbors.
"OH! Put a sock in it, Luigi!" A women yelled from a balcony.
Cristina took her wood into the market to try to sell some to earn a few coins. Not far away from where she was standing a few kids were running around chasing a dog and looking for trouble. One was a tall slender boy with red hair, a pudgy face, and buck-teeth. He wore a brown jacket with black innards, matching shoes, a white inside shirt, a green kerchief around his neck, a yellow vest, and a gray bowler hat with both a purple band around it and a yellow feather on it. His name was Lucignolo, but he went by the nickname Lampwick.
"HEY, LAMPWICK, WAIT UP!" called a girl running behind. She was a tall brown-haired girl wearing a blue and white sailor dress, with a matching hat, loose stockings, and brown mary-jane shoes. Her name was Alexandra.
As they ran threw the crowd of people chasing the dog, they noticed Cristina selling a piece of wood to an older gentlemen. Lampwick smirked and decided to play a trick on her.
"Psst, watch this," Lampwick whispered. He snuck quietly over to her, grabbed the handles of the kart and tipped it up spilling all the wood on the ground. Cristina shrieked and turned around to see Lampwick standing just a few feet away with his friends.
"Oops, looks like you've dropped your wood, Signora puppet maker," said Lampwick as his friends pointed and laughed at her. Cristina was not amused by the boy's prank.
"Lampwick! Always causing trouble. If you aren't careful, someday you'll grow up to be an ass," Cristina warned him.
"Ha-ha! Thanks for the advice," Lampwick and his friends laughed and took off running. Cristina ignored them and continued her business.
After a few hours she had sold nearly all the wood, except for the pine wood. So she decided to take it home and use it as firewood. Her house was a cosy little cottage which had once belonged to her father. Inside were cute little wooden music boxes and toys sitting on the shelves, and wooden puppets hanging from the ceiling on the walls.
"Hello, everybody! I'm back!" She called to her puppets as she walked in the door but none of them answered because they lifeless dolls.
"Alright, don't say hello," said Cristina as she sat the wood on the table.
Cristina lived by herself in this little house since both her parents had passed away, and the only company she had were her puppets which to her were like children. She also had a little black and white kitten named Figaro.
"Hello, Figaro, how was your day today?" Cristina asked petting the little kittens head. Figaro smiled and meowed softly.
"That's nice, me? Oh, I got lost in the forest," She said to the little cat.
Cristina felt a bit chilly so she picked up the pine wood and chucked it into the fireplace hoping it would warm up the house. Suddenly she heard a crackling sound and turned around to see the log mysterious leap out of the fire. Cristina thought this was very strange. It was like the wood had a will of its own and refused to be burned. She picked it up and carried it back over to the table. She stared at it scratching her chin, than suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.
"All right then, I'll make you into something better," said Cristina. She started removing the bark when she noticed something. It was the heart she carved on the tree when she was young with the letters L&C still written on it.
"Our heart..." She said rubbing her fingers against the heart reminding her of someone she once loved. She knew she had to make this one very special.
"Anyone who wants a new sister, say so now!" She shouted to her puppets raising her hand.
"All right, All right. Don't everyone talk at once," She laughed. After she removed the rest of the bark, the wood-carver got out her tools and paint brush. Figaro jumped up on the table and sat just a few feet away watching her.
"I'm going to make the most beautiful marionette the world has ever seen," said Cristina as she started carving the head.
Cristina spent the rest of the day working long and hard on her project. As evening came her creation was nearly completed. The puppet looked like a little girl but was a little larger than the other puppets. It resembled a small child of about seven to eight years old. It had a round face with a small pointy little nose, and an adorable smile. Her hands, arms, legs, and feet were all connected by jolts. For the hair, she glued a wig of long black hair to the head, then attached the strings so she could operate her.
"There now, it won't take much longer. Just a little more paint and she's all finished," said Cristina. She held the puppets face with one hand, picked up her paint brush with the other, and carefully painted two bright blue circles for the eyes.
"Blue eyes, just like you mother's," said Cristina. Once she finished painting the eyes, her creation was finally done.
"We did it, Figaro, doesn't she look perfect?" asked Cristina. The little cat looked at the lifeless wooden doll and nodded his head. Cristina sat her paint brush down, and looked at her creation.
"Now, what should I call you?" Cristina thought for a moment till she finally came up with a perfect name.
"Ah ha! I have just the name for you...Pinocchia. Do you like it, Figaro?" She asked. The little cat stared up at her then frowned and shook his head in disapproval.
"No? Well how about the rest of you?" She asked her puppets, but they remained silent.
"You all too? Well then we'll leave it to little wooden head," Cristina pinched the string that were connected to the puppets head.
"How about you, do you like your name? She asked pulling on the strings making the puppet girl nod her head up and down.
"Ha-ha, that settles it. Pinocchia it is," said Cristina deciding on the name.
"Come on, Pinocchia, let's try you out," She picked her up and rushed over to one of the music boxes.
"Music, professor!" She said pushing the button activating it causing a little orchestra to start playing music. Cristina set the puppet down on the wooden floor. She took the two control bars and pulled the strings making Pinocchia stand up and walk around the room. The sound of the puppet's wooden feet clattered on the floor as she walked. Cristian started singing a song as she made her puppet dance.
Little wooden head with eyes that shine
Little wooden head that's made of pine
In a weary world you do your share
Spreading laughter everywhere
Little wooden feet and best of all
Little wooden seat in case you fall
Never let a single tear be shed
My little wooden head
After the music stopped she walked Pinocchia over to the other puppets who were hanging from the ceiling.
"Say hello to your brother's and sister's, Pinocchia. They'll keep you company while I'm at work," said Cristina pulling the strings making the girl wave to the others. Then she made her walk over to Figaro who was licking his paws.
"Say hello to Figaro," she said making the puppet gently pet the little kitten. Cristina smirked and while the cat turned around she pulled the string that was connected to the leg and made the puppet playfully kick him.
"Whoops! Oh oh, already getting into mischief!" Cristina laughed. Figaro didn't like being kicked so he slapped the puppet back causing her leg to fly up and kick her in the head becoming tangled in the strings.
"You see what happens?" said Cristina smiling and untangling the leg.
After she was done playing with her puppet, Cristina sat Pinocchia back on the on the table and hung the crossbars on a shelve just above the doll's head. Suddenly she felt tired and yawned a bit. She looked at the clock and realized it was after ten o clock.
"All right everyone, I'm going to bed now. Good night," said Cristina leaving the room and walking upstairs to her bedroom.
She was so tired from all the work she had done, she quickly fell fast asleep. But as she slept, something mysterious was happening down stairs in the work room. The little puppet girl sat motionless on the table smiling, when suddenly the heart Cristina carved on the doll's chest began to glow. Her eyes started blink and the doll opened her mouth gasping for air. At that moment the wood-carvers little puppet had magically come to life.
Credit to my friends MSP169, Phantos18, and LyOrixa
All characters and songs are owned by Disney and new line cinema ,Cristina is my own creation.
