#pinocchio.

now that pinocchio was reunited with his father, he felt like everything was right in the world. he was no longer wood. he knew how to be good without truly changing himself. he knew how to stand up for what was right. but there was one thing that was still bothering him. guiding the girl that was now proudly part wolf through his home, hands reaching up to cover her eyes so that the surprise wouldn't be ruined. 'don't worry, red, it's gonna be worth it, i promise,' small smile graces his lips as he removes one hand to quickly open the door to a large room before replacing it over her eye. inside is a spacious bedroom, large bed, a fireplace, and some of her favorite things. 'okay... open!' hands are removed, pinocchio stepping to the side so he could see ylfa's reaction. 'tuh duh! i figured you could live here. you know, if you want to,' nervous hands clasp behind his back, but he's still smiling. 'my dad made the bed out of some special wood. it's really strong, so you can sleep on it without worrying it'll break or anything,' pinocchio grows a bit sheepish as he looks at the girl. 'welcome home,' @frightes.

Pinocchio on Mischief Night, by Mark Tulin/Blue Insights

link.medium.com/ei0O7D2UMkb A quirky, humorous Halloween poem.

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