Hehehehehe I hope you enjoy reading this short story. I thought it up one day, when I was bored. Now I will actually have two stories!

PINOCCHIO'S IN LOVE

It was never easy to be a puppet. Pinocchio was glad he wasn't a puppet anymore. He squeezed Pinacchia's hand and reflected on life as it used to be, so long ago.

Ah, yes, the day he was created. First he had one eye, then a nose, mouth, eyebrows, ears, and a hat. Then a body with arms, legs, and feet. Strangely, Pinocchio's creator made his second eye last. Pinocchio was irritated very much by this, but there was not much he could do!

Pinocchio's hat and shirt was painted red. The buttons on the shirt were black, and his pants were pink (apparently the creator did not see that pink and red did not go well together). The shoes were black.

Once Pinocchio was finished, the creator started manipulating Pinocchio's every move. At first it was quite fun for Pinocchio, but then he wished he could control his own movement. Days passed, and Pinocchio became lonely. He wanted more that almost anything at the time to share his feelings with another person who felt the same way. Pinocchio thought he should hire a therapist, but decided against it due to that he had no money.

You might wonder why the creator would want a puppet in the first place. He was nearly fifty years old. I don't even know. Perhaps it was a hobby he was obsessed with.

Nevertheless, there came a day when the creator created another beautiful puppet. That day was heaven for Pinocchio. The new puppet, Pinacchia, was gorgeous! Fluttering her long eyelashes at Pinocchio, he soon fell into the deep spell of love. He felt like he was MELTING every time she passed by.

Pinocchio didn't just love Pinacchia for her looks. He loved her because he could tell her anything. Recalling the one afternoon where their creator had taken them to a field for lunch, Pinocchio smiled. That day he had told Pinacchia that he thought she was beautiful, smart, and funny. She had responded with a smile, as always (as it was painted on her face).

Then one day something strange happened. The creator brought Pinocchio and Pinacchia to a big stage. He made them move in the ways he usually did. Except this time there were hundreds of people laughing at them. They look similar to the creator, but each of them unique. Pinocchio had never seen so many of them before. He was scared. They all started laughing like mad and pointing. Pinocchio felt embarrassed and ashamed although he did not know why.

That night, when the creator hung Pinocchio and Pinacchia on the peg they shared, Pinocchio talked to Pinacchia about what had happened today. They both did not understand it. Agreeing that it would probably be so nice to be one of those people, they had pity on each other.

Pinocchio suddenly realized how close he was to Pinacchia. They were touching. A slight breeze blew and he could not believe what happened next! Both of their painted-on lips touched, kissing. Strange sparkles surrounded the two of them and they both felt tingling.

Then it hit him. Pinocchio and Pinacchia had become real people!!! Pinocchio was a now a twelve year old boy, and Pinacchia was a twelve year old girl! He could not believe his eyes. Pinocchio happily said to Pinacchia, "I love you!" They kissed, the first movement they had ever made in their lives.

Oh, that day had been filled with so much joy. Running and skipping and fidgeting. Pinocchio developed the habit of twiddling his thumbs when he was bored, and Pinacchia had started to twitch every time someone said, "Puppet."

As Pinocchio twiddled his thumbs in his rocking chair by the fire, he was happy that he had had a long, successful life. He rocked in his rocking chair, inhaled deeply for the last time and rested in peace forevermore.