The Wooden Boy

The Wooden Boy

It had moved but not like you would think. Geppetto hadn’t moved it to a new place, no.

It was still there but it had moved its arm. That’s not something a puppet should do. However, Geppetto didn’t scream or yelled. He didn’t seem scared at all. He seemed almost calm. It was like he knew it was alive and was waiting for it to wake up.

A few days ago, Geppetto was working on his new masterpiece.

He was working hard when we heard a strange sound.

It was coming from the carved head of the puppet.

Carefully, Geppetto walked over to where the head was placed It was definitely coming from the head.

The noise sounded like singing but that would be impossible.

Wooden heads didn’t sing. When Geppetto got to the head, he found that there was no sound

The head was where he had left it, untouched.

Confused and slightly scared, Geppetto went back to his working, wondering if he was going

crazy. He had just finished carving the arm when he heard more singing.

Not in the slightest bit scared, he walked up to the head.

When we got within 5 metres of the head it stopped singing.

Geppetto picked up the head and threw it.

He didn’t throw it out the window, he threw it into a box.

A box with lots of padding.

A box that was almost sound-proof.

He still loved his creation, he just wished it would stop.

2 days had come and gone, and he had carved all the parts of the body that he needed.

Today was the day that he would assemble it.

Geppetto prepared all the pieces and attached them all together.

By the time he had finished, 4 hours had gone by.

Tired and hungry, he went into the main house to eat something.

Then, the singing started. But he could hear something else as well.

Geppetto could hear the sound of little wooden feet too.