木偶奇遇记 Pinocchio
One night， the Evening Star shone down on a tiny village. Only one house still had a light burning.
That was the workshop of Geppetto， the kindly old woodcarver. He was busy carving a little puppet.
“Isn’t Pinocchio almost like a real boy?” he chuckled.
Climbing into bed， the old man mumbled， “I wish you were a real
boy， Pinocchio.”
Jiminy Cricket overheard Geppetto’s wish. He had seen how kind and gentle the woodcarver was， and he felt sorry because the lonely old man’s wish could never come true.
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