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Friday, 10 May 2019

The WoodCarver

Grandpa was different to any other.  He had me like pinocchio. Like a old school puppet.
On strings.  Suddenly,  One day he cut the strings down when I was sleeping.  
He doesn’t know that I am alive. But I am. Just looking around.  
I have never Just stood up and started walking. Because when I was created I was on strings.
I have been on that same table for 40 years today.  I stood up and I…
fell over.  I tried again but I did the some thing.

The next day I heard Grandpa leave.  So I tried as hard as I could to walk.  It took hundreds of tries. But then I started to walk straight.  Brutally,  One of my wooden legs snapped.  I screamed in pain. The most excruciating pain I have ever felt. Effortlessly, I try.  But I can’t walk.  I’m to weak. My friend teddy was helping me all of a sudden.  This was amazing. I was on his back. We stayed and died together happily as best friends.

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