My own work as a tribute for Dahl (I am a non-english native speaker, sorry for any mistakes)
PINOCCHIO – (The Roald Dalh unwritten story)
An old wood-carver had a wish,
although he had one cat, one fish,
he asked a star for bones and skin
(as a Blue Fairy was coming in)
to see his puppet like a real boy
to end his days with so much joy.
Once inside the fairy said: ,
(as the old man was in the bed)
You´ve been so good. You´ll be a dad.
This wooden puppet´ll be your lad.
She made Pinocchio come alive
but in return he had to strive
to do his best to tell no lies
and if he needed good advise
a little cricket could help him out
if any problem might bring about.
But he had to make a deal
if he wanted to become real:
brave and truthful he should be
and he would have a new ID.
From now on, all day, all night
he couldn´t do anything right,
he looked for pleasure, fun and fame,
all of these without an aim.
Lots of lies everywhere
not at all being aware
that his nose grew ever longer
with each lie it was stronger.
Till finally one marvelous day
every crap he threw away
he saved Geppetto from a whale
all of them ended up hale.
Back at home, the Magic Fairy,
after seeing they were merry,
said: Pinocchio, as reward
your wish won´t be ignored
She gave her wand a mighty flick
but she started to get sick
cause the magic didn´t work
(she turned out to be a jerk)
The Blue Fairy was a fake
there was no magic, for god´s sake!
You can´t imagine what you will hear:
she was a simple puppeteer!
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I was a substitute teacher years ago. On my first day of subbing I was called to a school with a third grade class missing it's teacher for the day. Apparently, she didn't show up and nobody had any clue where she was. I was called at 8: 05 and class had started at 8: 00.
In a mad rush I got ready and bolted out the door. When I arrived at school, I was rushed to the classroom of 35 anxious third graders and told, Good Luck! , by the absent minded principal who failed to give me any lesson plans or even a schedule for the day.
I had no idea what to do. It was my first day in a classroom by myself. I got the children settled down and in their seats. I introduced myself. I glanced around the room. The only familiar thing I saw was a shiny copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on the shelf next to me. I grabbed it. I told the children to sit on the floor in front of me. I pulled up a chair. I began reading.
I read that book to them, with as much animation and expression as I could muster from cove to cover! When Charlie won the ticket, the students had tears in their eyes. When the horrible children were stuck in pipes or blown up into blueberries, the students terrified eyes were in shock and their justice loving souls were delighted. At recess the kids didn't want to go. At lunch they wanted to return early to hear the end of the story, and as if by devine intervention, when I read the last line of the book, and closed the cover, the kids let out a satisfied sigh, smiled for a moment, and the dismissal bell rang.
I taught no lessons on my first day. I taught no spelling. No math. No history. I only read a book. Cover to cover. By an author that knew what children needed and wrote in a way that children understood and appreciated. It was a great start for a teacher. And I doubt any of those third graders ever forgot the day they were read to for 6 hours.