Now there was nothing to eat. Poor Pinocchio was cold, tired and absolutely starving. He settled in the fireplace and fell asleep.
A knock at the door woke Pinocchio with a jolt. There was smoke all around him. He jumped up-and fell down with a bump. The fire had burned off his feet. (p.18)
One day, one grandfather made a puppet made of wood. At that time the fairy appeared and fulfilled his grandfather's wish. The doll became a really human being. The name is Pinocchio. It is a strange doll that grows as a lie. He lied, his nose stretches, he does bad things. Lastly, he became a very good boy with reflection and living happly with my grandfather.
Usborne 2004, London, England