Geppetto, a poor old wood  carver, was              making a puppet from a tree branch. "You shall be my little  boy," he said to the puppet, "and I shall call you 'Pinocchio '."              He worked for hours, carefully carving each detail. When he  reached the mouth, the puppet started making faces at Geppetto. "Stop  that, you naughty boy," Geppetto scolded, "Stop that at once !"              "I won't stop !" cried Pinocchio .
"You can talk !" exclaimed Geppetto.
"Of course I can, silly," said the puppet. "You've given me a mouth  to talk with." Pinocchio  rose to his  feet and danced on the table top. "Look what I can do !" he squealed.
"Pinocchio , this is not  the time to dance," Geppetto explained. "You must get a good night's  rest. Tomorrow you will start going to school with the real boys. You  will learn many things, including how to behave."
On his way to school the next morning, Pinocchio  stopped to  see a puppet show. "I
can dance and sing better than those  puppets and I don't need strings," boasted Pinocchio . He climbed  onto the stage.
"Get off my stage," roared the Puppet  Master. Then he noticed how much the crowd liked Pinocchio . He did not say anything  and let Pinocchio  stay. "Here,  you've earned five copper coins," the Puppet Master told Pinocchio .
"Take these coins and go straight home,"  said the Puppet Master. Pinocchio  put the coins  into his sack.
He did not go very far before he met              a lame Fox and a blind Cat. Knowing that Pinocchio  had money,  they pretended to be his friends. "Come with us. We'll teach you how to  turn those copper pieces into gold," coaxed the sneaky Cat.            
"We want to help you get rich. Plant your  coins under this magic tree. In a few hours they'll turn to gold," said  the Fox.
"Show me where," said Pinocchio  excitedly.  The Cat and Fox pointed to a patch of loose dirt. Pinocchio  dug a hole  and put the sack in it, marking the spot with a stone.
"Splendid !" exclaimed the Cat. "Now let's  go to the inn for supper." After supper, the Fox and Cat, who weren't  really lame or blind, quickly snuck away and disguised themselves as  thieves. They hid by the tree waiting for Pinocchio  to come back  and dig up the money. After Pinocchio  dug up the  coins they pounced on him.
"Give us your money !" they ordered. But Pinocchio  held the sack  between his teeth and resisted to give the sack to them. Again they  demanded, "Give us your money !"Pinocchio 's Guardian  Fairy, who was dressed all in blue and had blue hair, sent her dog,  Rufus, to chase the Fox and Cat away. She ordered Rufus to bring Pinocchio  back to her  castle. "Please sit down," she told Pinocchio . Rufus kept  one eye open to watch what was going on.            
"Why didn't you go to school today?" she  asked Pinocchio  in a sweet  voice.
"I did," answered Pinocchio . Just then,  his nose shot out like a tree branch. "What's happening to my nose?" he  cried.  read the rest of the story here
Of course this is just a fairy tale, but I wonder if people's nose can grow longer each time they tell a lie, I guess there will be many people with long nose. Have you ever wonder why people tell lies? Sometimes they can't even tell a proper lie, the excuse they use are so poor and they even forgot they have already use the excuses before. It would be better if they just tell the truth even if the truth hurt. If they do not wish to face somebody just be frank, I am sure the person on the receiving end will appreciate it. If fact I think they will even admire your guts.
  
Of course this is just a fairy tale, but I wonder if people's nose can grow longer each time they tell a lie, I guess there will be many people with long nose. Have you ever wonder why people tell lies? Sometimes they can't even tell a proper lie, the excuse they use are so poor and they even forgot they have already use the excuses before. It would be better if they just tell the truth even if the truth hurt. If they do not wish to face somebody just be frank, I am sure the person on the receiving end will appreciate it. If fact I think they will even admire your guts.

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