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pinochio

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Gepetto was a poor carpenter who made his living by making puppets. Once, he was carving a puppet out of wood in his workshop. Suddenly the wood squealed, “Ouch! That hurt!” The puppet was alive! Gepetto named the puppet, Pinocchio. Pinocchio wanted to be like other boys and go to school. Gepetto sold his coat to send him to school. One day, on his way to school Pinocchio saw a puppet show in progress. He longed to see it but the ticket cost four pence. Pinocchio sold his books to get the money. He joined the puppets on stage and decided to stay with them. Later that day, Giovanni the puppet master, a fearsome looking man, needed wood for the fire. He chose Pinocchio as firewood. Pinocchio begged and pleaded to be spared, telling him about his poor father. Giovanni gave Pinocchio five gold coins to give to his father to buy a coat. Gratefully taking the coins, Pinocchio said goodbye to Giovanni and his puppet friends and set off for home.
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انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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In the heart of a forest, a mansion tested over time could be found. Long ago, it was said that a Prince had resided there, together with his ten loyal servants. History had it, that after winning a combat against his kingdom’s greatest enemy, he fell into a deep slumber. His servants waited, waited and waited, for the day to come that he would rise again. They waited for months, years, decades and centuries, until they had lost count. It came to the point that they hadn’t left their master’s room at all, until they fell out of consciousness and followed him to wherever he was. Thousands and thousands of years had gone by. Yet again, the Prince and his servants’ story had passed on to every generation. The mansion was locked from the inside by an unknown force, not letting anyone invade the territory. But it was believed that if one got near and listened intently… Voices could be heard. Laughter and joyous conversations echoed. Shadows were marked. Sets of eyes were seeing. Watching. Observing. Waiting.

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