“I’m a pretty girl,” he whispered, and the hardened nub of his nose grew another inch.
Jiminy watched, rubbing his wings together in anticipation. “Yes Pinocchio…tell another one.”
“I’m a pretty girl,” he whispered, and the hardened nub of his nose grew another inch.
Jiminy watched, rubbing his wings together in anticipation. “Yes Pinocchio…tell another one.”