The sky was full of stars this morning, and a single band of clouds stretched across the sky from east to west in a narrow, unbroken strip. The nearly-full moon glowed brightly, its oval shape and the placement of its dark craters gave it the appearance of a sad face, filled with remorse. It looked like Pinocchio when he realized that Jiminy Cricket was right about choices and their consequences; as his tail swished, his eyebrows raised slightly and the corners of his mouth turned down, his lips parted slightly. A night spent partying with the lost boys had robbed him of his innocence and, more importantly, had taken years off Geppeto's life as he sat home and hoped for the best.
The trouble with puppets is that you can give them life but you can't decide what they'll do with it. You send them to the best puppet schools and set them up with decent duds and a good conscience, but the lost boys are always out there, lurking in the shadows, promising fun with no reprisals.
I looked at the moon again and thought, "you brought this on yourself, suck it up."
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There are times when puppet strings would be so comforting... I think Geppeto's greatest strengths were his loving heart and never-ending hope, even when the lost boys scared him to death. It would have been nice if the Blue Fairy had fallen in love with him too, but she was probably holding out for Prince Charming :)
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