Crying as if his heart would break, the Marionette mourned for hours over the length of his nose.

Quick as a flash, the marionette sank his teeth deep into the Assassin's hand, bit it off and spat it out.

Everyone loves marionettes.

How ridiculous I was as a marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!

To my mind this marionette is dead and gone; but if, by any evil chance, he were not, then that would be a sure sign that he is still alive!

Tomorrow your wish will come true." "And what is it?" "Tomorrow you will cease to be a Marionette and will become a real boy."

What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking himself over, he saw that he was no longer a marionette, but that he had become a real live boy!

Oh, I'm tired of always being a Marionette!" cried Pinocchio disgustedly. "It's about time for me to grow into a man as everyone else does."

Mr Jackson carved a marionette from a wood log and named it Tom.

Poor Pinocchio, I am sorry for you." "Why?" "Because you are a marionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head."