The carpenter, Geppetto, finished the last touches on his wooden puppet and set him down on the work bench.
“I will call you Pinocchio,” he said to the doll, which looked remarkably like a real boy.
After Geppetto put on his pajamas, he looked at the puppet, and then looked longingly out of his window at the night sky. He was sad and lonely, and decided to wish upon the brightest blue star in the sky.
“Oh, how I wish my little puppet were a real boy,” he said. Then he brushed, flossed, took some pills, and finally crawled into bed.