DEATH
Who are you? I feel as though you’ve been here before.
PINOCCHIO
I am Pinocchio. I’m a boy... and I think I’m... dead.
DEATH
Ah, yes, I see. The wooden boy...with the borrowed soul. My sister’s folly.
DEATH
The sentimental fool. She gave you life, Pinocchio- when you were not supposed to have it- NO more than a chair or a table should. As a…

