By John Adams
Pinocchio studied himself in the bathroom mirror, sandpaper in hand.
Being a little wooden boy had been tough; being a hormonal wooden teenager was downright miserable. His only choice was suffering through the changes. The growth spurts stretching his pine body. The yarn growing where there wasn’t yarn before. The awkward ‘morning nose’—even when he hadn’t fibbed.
But, he thought, here’s one advantage puppet puberty has over people puberty. He scrubbed the sandpaper against his chin, easily buffing away two wood-rot pimples.
He smirked at his polished reflection. He’d saved just enough time before school to tug his strings.
What a brilliant take on this traditional story!
Love it! I’ll never think of sandpaper the same way again!
Just so fabulous! ‘Morning nose’ is just THE BEST line ever! Such a great job!
I love it!
Unique and gave me a great laugh! Thank you!
That’s an excellent piece of writing! Loved it, well done!
Lovely little tale…re-told and re-crafted…well done… I enjoyed the read… ps. I’m still smiling at the morning nose…lol…
Great story, John. Well done!
Cute, clever, well written.
Thanks, everyone, for reading and commenting! I am very happy with how this one turned out.
ha! This is very clever and unique. Well done!