new article, rewriting The Fairy Tale - Pinnochio Pinocchio My name is Pinocchio - a toy. Once, I could walk and talk, but then I was just a toy. Actually, I was an antique toy, and I could walk or talk any more, but I could think. My father is Maestro Cherry which was used to be called by everyone, his name is Antonio. He had no child but me – a toy. However, in fact, he was dead. Since his death, I began to walk and kept walking. I was walking under the sun, with rain and wind. Finally, I was down. I did not know how far I walked and where I was. I was lying under the ground, but my nose could still smell the followers and birds singing. I couldn’t remember how long I was there. Until someday, a farmer dug me out. Because I did not break down totally, so the farmer took me home and gave me a shower. Then he gave me to his son as a gift. (The boy was so excited, because they could not afford any toy and he had never had a toy.) They treated me very well, they fed me meals, but actually I couldn’t eat. Even though this, I could think. During the boy’s childhood, I was still with him. He played with me, he slept with me, and he studied with me. When he was 13, he dropped out from school, because they could not afford the fee. But he did not give up, he walked for 6 hours a day from home to school just because he wanted to an auditor through the wall, and he took notes without pen and paper, but his mind. (I really wanted to teach him, but I could not talk, I just could think.) At almost time, he played nobody but me, and only I could listen to him silently. When he was 17, he went to the downtown of city as a worker. Meanwhile, at the daytime, I seldom saw him and when he came back, it’s all ready “slept o’clock”. He talked to me less and less. When he was 20, he met a girl, they fell in love with each other, and I witnessed their every romantic moment. But unfortunately, they broke up, because he could not afford an increasing-price house. As fair tale says, the princess married the prince. I could not comfort the boy, I hated I just could think. Until one day, a man found him who said he wanted to buy me in an unbelievable price, because I was Pinocchio – an antique toy. At that year, he was 25, he met another girl, but he had experienced before, so sold me at a tearful price. I was not mad at him, I could think. I understood him. Then they got married soon. The new home was very comfortable, but things changed. The feeling changed.