Life with Pinocchio was like a rollercoaster. Pinocchio never ran out of energy and was always up to mischief no matter what. Not to mention that he was running way too fast for you to catch up to him. Yet, you do not regret making him, carving him out of that piece of wood you were given. It was like your little boy.

Pinocchio always acted before thinking, believing he knew best before ending up regretting his decisions. Only to make bad decisions once again.

Today, you told him not to go outside since it was raining quite heavily, but he said nothing would happen because he wanted to run. Minutes later, you find him at your doorstep, soaking wet 'til the bone with an expression of regret on his face.

Pinocchio: "I- I'm hungry..." He mumbled beneath his breath.