Note: Children, see what happens when you have two little sleep 
and work with kindergarteners. 

Warnings: this is just plain silly, oh and there are a few little 
spankings in it. 

This is part of a new series, the Fairy Tale series, of which there 
are perhaps 50 installments when all is said and done.

Feedback always welcome and needed I am a Feedback junkie.

Foxocchio
by Ciejye

Once upon a time, Walterpetto the AD woodcarver made a special 
puppetagent that he named Foxocchio. "I wish you were a real 
boy," said Walterpetto, sadly. Then indulged in one of his secret 
fantasys. He scolded the little puppetagent for being naughty, and 
turned him over his knee, spanking him soundly for his naughtyness. 
Then Walterpetto put the little puppetagent in the corner to think 
about his misdeeds. Walterpetto looked out his window at the first 
star and again he wished, "Please, I wish he were a real boy."

That night the RedAlex Fairy came to Walterpetto's workshop. 
"Good Walterpetto," he said, "you have made others so happy, you 
deserve to have your wish come true." Smiling, the RedAlex Fairy 
touched the puppetagent gently with his wand. "Little puppetagent 
made of pine, wake! The gift of life be thine!" And in the blink of an
eye, he brought Foxocchio to life. "Foxocchio, if you are brave, truthful,
and unselfish, you will be a real boy someday," said the RedAlex Fairy.
"But if you are naughty, you will be spanked soundly." 

Then RedAlex Fairy turned to Sculliminy Cricket. "Sculliminy," he 
said, "you must help Foxocchio." He told Sculliminy that he was 
giving her a very important job. She must be Foxocchio's 
conscience -- keeper of the knowle
dge of right and wrong. Sculliminy Cricket groaned but agreed to try. 

When you get in trouble and you don't know right from wrong
Give a little whistle!  Give a little whistle!
When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong
Give a little whistle!  Give a little whistle!

Not just a little squeak, pucker up and blow
And if your whistle's weak, yell, "Sculliminy Cricket!"
Right!

Take the straight and narrow path
And if you start to slide
Give a little whistle!  Give a little whistle!
And always let your conscience be your guide

The next day Walterpetto proudly sent his little wooden boy off to school.
"Sculliminy Cricket will show you the way," said Walterpetto. "Be sure to
go right there and don't be late or you will get a very sound spanking."
 Foxocchio headed off, but never found his way to school. He went away
 with Xboli, an evil puppetagenteer, who promised to make him famous. 

Hi-diddle-dee-dee
An actor's life for me
A high silk hat and a silver cane
A watch of gold with a diamond chain

Hi-diddle-dee-day
An actor's life is gay
It's great to be a celebrity
An actor's life for me

Hi-diddle-dee-dum
An actor's life is fun

Hi-diddle-dee-dee
An actor's life for me
A wax mustache and a beaver coat
A pony cart and a billy goat

Hi-diddle-dee-dum
An actor's life is fun
You wear your hair in a pompadour
You ride around in a coach and four
You stop and buy out a candy store
An actor's life for me!

Hi diddle dee dee
An actor's life for me
A high silk hat and a silver cane
A watch of gold and a diamond chain

Hi diddle dee dee
You sleep till after two
You promenade a big cigar
You tour the world in a private car
You dine on chicken and caviar
An actor's life for me!

That night Foxocchio had great fun as he danced on the stage.

Foxocchio 
    I've got no strings
    To hold me down
    To make me fret, or make me frown
    I had strings
    But now I'm free
    There are no strings on me

    Hi-ho the me-ri-o
    That's the only way to go
    I want the world to know
    Nothing ever worries me

    Hi-ho the me-ri-o
    I'm as happy as can be
    I want the world to know
    Nothing ever worries me

    I've got no strings
    So I have fun
    I'm not tied up to anyone
    They've got strings
    But you can see
    There are no strings on me
Dutch puppetagent 
    You have no strings
    Your arms is free
    To love me by the Zuider Zee
    Ya, ya, ya
    If you would woo
    I'd bust my strings for you
French puppetagent 
    You've got no strings
    Comme ci comme ca
    Your savoire-faire is ooh la la!
    I've got strings
    But entre nous
    I'd cut my strings for you
Russian puppetagent 
    Down where the Volga flows
    There's a Russian rendezvous
    Where me and Ivan go
    But I'd rather go with you, hey!

But afterward Xboli locked him in a cage so he could never escape. The
RedAlex Fairy appeared and asked Foxocchio why he hadn’t gone to school,
Foxocchio lied and told him he had been kidnapped. Suddenly his nose began
to
 grow. When Foxocchio finally told the truth, the fairy set him free.
 "I’ll forgive you this once, Foxocchio. But this is the last time I can
 help you. Remember, a boy who wont be good might just as well be made of
 wood!" Then the RedAlex Fairy told Walterpetto what Foxocchio had done.
 Walterpetto was not happy with his little boy and spanked his bare wooden
 bottom with the big strap and put him to bed.

The next day Foxocchio met a smoking man who drove a stagecoach pulled by
a team  of sad little donkeys. "Come with us to Consortium Island!" said
the coachman taking a drag off his cigarette. The stagecoach was full of n
oisy boys. They were laughing and talking all at once. Foxocchio thought
it looked like fun. "Don't go, Foxoke!" cried Sculliminy Cricket, but
still Foxocchio climbed aboard, ready for adventure. On Consortium Island,
Fox occhio and the other boys ran wild and stuffed themselves with sweets.
But Foxocchio's fun did not last long. All of a sudden, he began to grow
donkey ears and a tail! Foxocchio was frightened. He and Sculliminy
Cricket r an for their lives, away from Consortium Island. 

But when the two returned home, Walterpetto was gone. Foxocchio was very
upset. Where could Walterpetto be? A dove suddenly appeared with a note
from Walterpetto. The note said he had gone to sea to look for Foxocchio
and
 had been swallowed by a whalien.

Foxocchio set off at once to find Cancerstro the whalien and save his
father. And indeed, Foxocchio found Walterpetto in the belly of the great
whalien. Walterpetto was thrilled to see his little puppetagent. But how
were
 they ever going to get out of there? Foxocchio had an idea. Together,
 they built a fire and used the smoke to make Cancerstro sneeze. 

Walterpetto and Foxocchio were thrown out of the whalien and into 
the sea. Fighting the waves, Foxocchio helped to get his father to 
shore safe and sound. But there was Foxocchio laying face down in 
the water! Walterpetto scooped Foxocchio up in his arms and 
carried him home. Walterpetto laid Foxocchio on his bed and knelt 
by his side. "Little Foxocchio, you risked your life to save me," he
sobbed. 

Suddenly the RedAlex Fairy appeared once more. Waving his magic 
wand over Foxocchio, he said, "Now you have proven yourself 
brave, truthful, and unselfish. Today you will become a real boy. 
Awake, Foxocchio, awake!" Sculliminy Cricket watched as his friend 
came to life. Their troubles were over and Sculliminy's job was done
(not). At last, Walterpetto's wish for a real son had come true. He took
his little boy up the stairs for a long ‘discussion’ on ditching his
conscious and obeying.

When you spank upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you spank upon a star
As spankers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you spank upon a star
Your dreams come true