Pinocchio eyed Red Riding Hood's House from a distance. He could smell the aroma of freshly baked goodies that would be going into baskets soon and delivered to good people. It made him impatient for the morning's ill deeds to be done. His wooden heart pounded in his chest.
"Where is that stupid cow?" he wondered He was thinking of Little Red Riding Hood, but that was not the Stupid Cow.
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