![]() Then she waved her magic wand and brought Pinocchio to life. She took a step closer to Pinocchio and said: “To a warm heart I will gladly grant a wish and turn this lifeless log into living flesh.” That night when every living soul had already left for the realm of dreams, the lucky star came down from the night sky and, swimming in the bright moonlight, turned into a fairy. If only Pinocchio was made out of real flesh and bones and not just carved from wood,” he said, praying to the brightest star in the sky. ![]() “It’s such a shame, really, that I was never blessed with a son. “Look at the beautiful sky, Figaro.” Geppetto said as he picked up his cat, and the two of them gazed at the starry night. ![]() Everything was dark outside and he looked out the window into the night. Since it was already quite late, Geppetto was getting ready for bed. “I will call you Pinocchio,” said Geppetto merrily when he placed the wooden boy on a small cabinet next to his bed. Geppetto was delighted with his work and Figaro, sitting next to him, happily swished his tail and cheerfully meowed. The marionette looked so lifelike! It could move its little arms and legs, and was dressed in beautiful clothes. He cut the wood and got down to work that very day. Once on a stroll through the woods, he came across a beautiful piece of wood and just as he set his eyes on it he knew it was going to make for a marvellous marionette. As an old man, Geppetto regretted just one thing: not having a son or a daughter to make him happy. His name was Geppetto and he was the most skilled woodcarver for miles and miles around.īut he was lonely, because he had no one except his little orange pet cat called Figaro, who was his best friend, but not a human being, of course. He made all sorts of things, like elephants and dolls and small soldiers. There once was an old woodcarver who made his living by carving wooden toys.
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