English, cartoon, anime, little girl, sweet, cute, friendly
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one Fish. Two fish, red fish, blue fish, Black fish, blue fish. Old fish, New fish. This one has a little star. This one has a little car. Say what? A lot of fish. There are, yes, some are red and some are blue. Some are old and some are new. Some are sad and some are glad and some are very, very bad. Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know. Go ask your dad. Some are thin and some are fat. The Fat one has a yellow hat from there to here. From here to there. Funny things are everywhere. Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot hot sun. Oh, me! Oh my only, oh my! What! A lot of funny things go by. Some have two ft and some have four. Some have six ft and some have more. Where do they come from? I can't say, but I bet they have come a long, long way. We see them come, we see them go. Some are fat and star Marcel. Hello, my name is Jiminy cricket. I never used to believe in the wishing star. Let me tell you why I changed my mind. It all started one night in a woodcarver shop. The shop was owned by a kind man named Geppetto. Geppetto had made a puppet out of wood. It looked just like a little boy. Geppetto lived with his cat Figaro in his fish cleo. Just a little more paint and he's finished. Geppetto told them he's painted on a smile. Then the old man smiled too. I have just the name for you, J Peto said to the puppet Pinocchio. Soon Geppetto was climbing into his warm bed. Suddenly he pointed to the bright star, brightest star in the sky. Look Figaro! It's the wishing star. Geppetto made a wish. I wish that my little Pinocchio might become a real boy. Told the cat. Geppetto fell asleep and dreamed about having a real live son. Well, I didn't fall asleep, so I saw the blue Fairy flying through the window. She waved her wand and Pinocchio came to life. Am I a real boy? The Blue Fairy shook her head. If you are good one day you will be a real bully, how will I know? How will he know how to be good? I ask. You will help him in, the Blue Fairy replied. That's how I became Pinocchio's conscious