No Pinocchio, you did not kill me. You failed.
When the hammer sailed through the air, you failed.
And there began your trail of troubles!
Mad at Geppeto, getting locked up for neglecting
and abandoning you.
So you left, wandering on your fatuous quest.
Acquired a few coins for doing tricks;
a piece of pine! Fathead. What do you know of the
world?
Then that beauty, the blue-haired fairy you found in
the woods. I could have told you a thing or two
about her devious ways.
Oh yes, I know about her. Thought she was the one
for you didn’t you; promised to turn your coppers
to gold. Blockhead!
Fairies only exist in the imagination of dunderheads. Yes, yes, I know she promised to make you rich, the sly
beauty, just wanted your coppers, idiot.
And where is that gold? On a magic island she said, with a Golden Eagle waiting to fly you there. So off
you trundle to the coast, and what do you find? A seagull!
Of course he agrees to fly you to the magic island; in return for half the gold! More fool him!
So did you find the promised gold? Poppycock! Of course you didn’t.
Then back you go to the blue-haired fairy’s cottage, only to find an old hag! I could have told you. No gold,
no fairy beauty and not even the coppers you started with.
And now you come crawling back to Geppetto, heart broken, rotten with decay. Be thankful he took you
back woodenhead.
But I’m still here Pinocchio, and I know those secrets in your rotted heart..
All your dreams have come to this: A table leg!