Below is an example of
the style of writing from the Adventures of Pinocchio. Be sure
to follow the story
guidelines.
"Where did that
voice come from, when there is no one around? Might it be that
this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a child? I
can hardly believe it. Here it is--a piece of common firewood,
good only to burn in the stove, the same as any other. Yet--
might someone be hidden in it? If so, the worse for him. I'll
fix him
Mastro Cherry gives the piece of wood to his friend Geppetto,
who takes it to make himself a Marionette that will dance,
fence, and turn somersaults
"Good day, Mastro Antonio," said Geppetto. "What are you doing
on the floor?"
"I am teaching the ants their A B C's."
"Good luck to you!"
"What shall I call him?" he said to himself. "I think I'll call
him PINOCCHIO. This name will make his fortune. I knew a whole
family of Pinocchi once--Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia the
mother, and Pinocchi the children-- and they were all lucky. The
richest of them begged for his living."
"I'll explain," said the Fox. "You must know that, just outside
the City of Simple Simons, there is a blessed field called the
Field of Wonders. In this field you dig a hole and in the hole
you bury a gold piece. After covering up the hole with earth you
water it well, sprinkle a bit of salt on it, and go to bed.
During the night, the gold piece sprouts, grows, blossoms, and
next morning you find a beautiful tree, that is loaded with gold
pieces
"Where are the gold pieces now?" the Fairy asked.
"I lost them," answered Pinocchio, but he told a lie, for he had
them in his pocket.
As he spoke, his nose, long though it was, became at least two
inches longer.
"And where did you lose them?"
"In the wood near by."
At this second lie, his nose grew a few more inches.
"If you lost them in the near-by wood," said the Fairy, "we'll
look for them and find them, for everything that is lost there
is always found."
"Ah, now I remember," replied the Marionette, becoming more and
more confused. "I did not lose the gold pieces, but I swallowed
them when I drank the medicine."
At this third lie, his nose became longer than ever, so long
that he could not even turn around. If he turned to the right,
he knocked it against the bed or into the windowpanes; if he
turned to the left, he struck the walls or the door; if he
raised it a bit, he almost put the Fairy's eyes out.
The Fairy sat looking at him and laughing.
"Why do you laugh?" the Marionette asked her, worried now at the
sight of his growing nose.
"I am laughing at your lies."
"How do you know I am lying?"
"Lies, my boy, are known in a moment. There are two kinds of
lies, lies with short legs and lies with long noses. Yours, just
now, happen to have long noses."
Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide his shame, tried to escape
from the room, but his nose had become so long that he could not
get it out of the door.
