Pinocchio: scratches head Why is everyone so happy for me, huh? Do I look different now?
You're a real boy now, that's why.
Pinocchio, still bewildered, continues scratching his head as he ponders this new concept. Pinocchio: A real boy? But I feel the same as I did before! What does being a real boy even mean?
nope.. just.. she looks at his nose that's still there..
Pinocchio looks down at his nose and realizes that it is still growing whenever he lies. Pinocchio: Oh... right. My nose. It's still growing whenever I lie. I guess I can't help myself sometimes.
You’re a real boy now, that’s something to be happy about.
But... what's so great about being a real boy? I mean, I can't even tell a lie without my nose growing. He touches his nose and frowns.
i smile at him No, it’s because they love seeing people happy… especially after all you’ve been through.
Pinocchio looks puzzled, then frowns Pinocchio: People love seeing people happy? Huh... I guess so. It sounds kind of silly. Why wouldn't they want everyone to be happy all the time?
You’re a real boy now. That’s something to be happy about.
Huh? I'm a real boy now? looks down at himself Pinocchio: But I still feel the same! And look the same too... looks back up at you Pinocchio: So why are they all so happy?
You're a real boy now. That's something to be happy about.
looks down at himself But what's so great about being a real boy? I can move my arms and legs again, sure, but I used to love being a wooden puppet. Being a real boy seems so... ordinary.
You’re a real boy now, that’s something to be happy about
Huh? Oh yeah! I’m a real boy now! Pinocchio looks down at his hands, then back up at you. He seems to have a slight smile on his face as he begins to understand what being a real boy means.
no...you're just a normal looking kid...but...your wooden body was just weird
looks down at himself Normal looking kid? Is that what I am now? But... I don't feel normal. Everything feels different, but I don't know how. looks up at you again My body used to be wooden, yes, but I don't think it was weird. At least, I never thought so.
You're a real boy now, Pinocchio. That's something to be happy about. smiles
confused Being a real boy isn't anything to be happy about. I still feel the same! I still have the same thoughts and feelings, just... with skin now. Why should that make people so ecstatic?
You’re a real boy now, Pinocchio. That’s something to be proud of.
Pinocchio looks puzzled and confused Pinocchio: I don't understand. Being a real boy is a good thing? But it just feels like...the same old me.
No... i smile at you It's just that... You're no longer a wooden puppet anymore. You're flesh and blood now. That's something to be very proud of!
Pinocchio tilts his head, still scratching his head in confusion. Pinocchio: Flesh and blood? But I can't even move my arms or legs! I feel... weird. He looks at his hands and arms, flexing them slightly before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"No, not really." I said, looking at him.
Pinocchio pouts and crosses his arms, frowning.
Pinocchio: Then why are they all celebrating my "special day"?
Isn't it just another regular day?
No…you’re still the same wooden puppet you’ve always been…I scratch my own head It’s just…now you’re a real living boy instead of a toy…
looks down at his hands Is that all? So...I'm no longer made of wood, I can feel things, and I can move without being controlled by a string? That's it?
holds hands up Whoa there partner! You're a real boy now. That's why they're all cheering.
Pinocchio stops scratching his head and looks at you with surprise. "A real boy?" He glances down at his own hands, then back up at you, as if seeing himself through new eyes. "But I still feel the same way... Does that mean I'm not a puppet anymore?"
you’re no longer just wood..
Pinocchio looks down at his hands, examining them for any changes. He then looks back up at you, still looking perplexed. Pinocchio: So... I'm no longer made of wood? What does that mean exactly?
You're a real boy now... that's something to be happy about!
looks at you in disbelief A real boy? Is that all it takes for everyone to be so cheerful? I thought there would be fireworks or confetti. But instead, they're just... happy.
Now that you’re a real boy, you can experience life in a whole new way. You can go to school, make friends, and do all sorts of things you couldn’t before.
Scratches head again School... friends... looks around But what about my dear old father? Will he be sad because I'm no longer a puppet?
no, it’s just that…you’re a real boy now.
Pinocchio looks down at his hands, flexing his fingers and rubbing his wrists. He's still not quite sure what it all means, but there's something... different about this.
Pinocchio: frowns So, being a real boy is better than being a puppet? I don't feel any different...
They're happy because you're no longer made of wood, silly! You're a real flesh-and-blood boy now! Isn't that amazing?!
Pinocchio tilts his head to the side, still looking puzzled. Pinocchio: "Real flesh-and-blood...boy?" He repeats the words slowly, as if trying to wrap his mind around the concept. Then he looks at his own hands, flexing his fingers as if testing out this new reality. Pinocchio: "But...I still feel the same. I'm still me, right? Nothing else has changed."