Pinocchio And The Squirrel (Part Seven)

Robin asked Pinocchio why did he want to become a real boy.
Was it the lure of being like humans down through history?
Was it a wish to be fulfilled by the one who had carved him?
Was it fate or was it from some other one his wish stemmed?

Did he think he was better off being just a piece of wood?
Was he just at the whim of a master or had misunderstood?
Did he think the puppeteer wanted more than he could carve?
Did it bother him unlike the piece of wood he could starve?

Did he think there was more than one type of magic involved?
She asked him how many of theses questions he had solved.
She asked him what made him cling to the idea of being wood.
Pinocchio tried to answer her questions; If only he could.

And it was like the first he had ever had used his brain.
He must be thinking through pine knots; He had to complain.
He admitted he liked being with her and wondered why he did.
She had awakened some magical part of him; She was candid.

Thought how nice it would be to stay in this magical place.
With her walking beside him and her warm hand on his face.
It made him wonder if there was more to being a real boy.
More than what he had learned or had read from some story.