Pinocchio went out to a forest glade covered with emerald grass and merry flowers. He frowned around, thrust his hand into paper pants and scratched his eggs that had hardened from a long inactivity. From the barn, where he had locked Alice and Basilio the night before, he heard a bestial cacophony of sounds: squeal, roar and yelping. “Fuck the creatures!”, He thought with displeasure, “And how many days have my dick been idle! 7, 8, 10 days already !!! Paste something Aliska? Nah ... The boys will laugh if they find out. I'm not bestiality. And where, by the way, this fucking poodle? "

- Artemon! Artem-on !! Come here, bitch!

The dog ran out of the nearest bushes, where he was on his dog business, ran to Pinocchio and began faithfully rubbing his face on his leg, wagging his tail.

- I'm not a bitch. I am a dog!

- Shut up! Where are you going, uebok ?! I told you what to do? Prisoners guard!

- Rr-r-gav! Pr-Rosti host! I just walked away for a minute! Woof !!

“I am polishing!” Said Pinocchio menacingly, but immediately replaced anger with mercy (good Pinocchio!) And nodded to the shed with a smile: “How long is this crap going on?”

- Two hours already tr-shake, master. Rrr-gav!

- Is strong kotyara! And still pretends to be disabled. Did you manage to insert the red one yourself?

The dog grinned. Apparently, in his case, this vile grimace meant a smile.

- Two r-times!

- It is clear ... Cho we will do something with them?

- Rr-razor-tear ?!

- Fuck?, - Pinocchio thought, - Oh! I have an idea! Dangle this sweet couple here. They will rip - bite right away without a bazaar!

The dog rushed to the barn, and soon, grinning menacingly, delivered the prisoners.

- I see you well there in the barn ?!

If Alice did not have a hairy muzzle, it would be noticeable how much she blushed. But the cunning creature quickly dealt with embarrassment.

- Clever, prudent Buratino. Let go of us. We will no longer. We would never rob you if we knew it was you!

- Mr-Rmyau !, - echoed her bespectacled cat, - It was dark in the forest!

As soon as Burato remembered the events of last night, his mood immediately rose. Has these idiots managed to run into him when he was out of sorts. As a result, both received in full. But if he just otpizdil the cat, then the fox is less fortunate. He didn’t beat her (lady after all!), But instead thrust her boyfriend’s gun into her ass. But here, too, Pinocchio showed humanity: he thrust the handle, and in fact the trunk bell could also!

- Forgive, tail freaks. But for the last time! And now I have a conversation for you.

The fact is that on the eve of Pinocchio, he squeezed a golden key from an old pervert of Tortilla, who lived in a swamp. This hag usually entertained herself by running under the leeches. They wriggled there and pleasantly tickled the wrinkled bodies of the old woman, bringing her to orgasm. This, of course, was ugly, but how else can a tortoise satisfy itself if it is absolutely impossible to reach out to intimate places with short paws? And the last swamp turtles were fucked by it to death even 300 years ago? So, the local quack from medicine Duremar, who began to actively rid the reservoir of leeches, got into the habit of tortila swamp. The old woman did not want to lose her last joy, so she looked for any opportunity to get rid of the therapist. And then Pinocchio turned up. He did not miss the guy and immediately agreed to help the tortoise grief for a small reward. As a result, Duremar was squeezed and barely took his feet, and Burato became the happy owner of a weighty key of pure gold. However, what lock opens this key, Tortilla did not know.

“You see the key?”, Buratino addressed the prisoners, “I need to know what he is opening.” You communicate with any rabble. Someone must know something anyway.

He threw a couple of one gold, which Alice caught on the fly and immediately put it somewhere under the tail. Pinocchio winced and continued

- This is an advance. Get one more if you find something valuable.Where do you start?

The cat and Lisa looked at each other, consulted without words and came to a common opinion, which was voiced by Basilio.

- In the "Three minnows" let's go. There all our hang out.

- Then bring down! And in the evening I am waiting for news.

Tailed adventurers evaporated instantly. Pinocchio sat on a flower mound and lit it. Artemon was spinning alongside, but suddenly he made a stand in the direction of the forest.

- Who's there?

- P-p-girl !, - The dog still twisted his nose, trying the air, - And so flowing!

“Well, finally it was flooded!” - Burato, with joy, kicked the dog under the ribs, - And not flowing, but sexually anxious!

He snagged a cigarette about a toad that had turned up, got up and adopted his most spectacular pose. Bushes rustled and a person of unearthly beauty came out of the forest. Golden sparkling hair fell on a beautiful high chest, long slender legs were opened thanks to a short pink skirt, and plump, sensual lips asked to insert something between them.

- oh oh! What a beauty! ”She said in a crystal voice, looking around at the clearing.

Then she saw Pinocchio and was embarrassed, tilting her head and flapping her long curved eyelashes.

- Like? He himself arranged everything here, - the wooden libertine arrogantly podkhobyas impudently lied.

- So mi-ilo! And the house, and flowers ... And what is your name? Is this your home?

- Mine. I - Pinocchio. And you, beautiful?

- Barbie.

- What is one doing in the forest? It can be dangerous here.

- I lost it, - the girl funny wrinkled her nose, intending to cry.

- It's lucky you met me! Now you have nothing to fear.

Artemon turned away so as not to show his disgusting grin to the lady. He understood how “lucky” a lonely traveler.

- You are such a temple-abry, Pinocchio! You really do not hurt me?

“Of course not, how can I offend such a pretty girl?”

The dog could not stand it and disappeared into the bushes. Judging by the way the leaves shook there, he was overcome by an attack of uncontrollable laughter. But Barbie didn't notice.

- Do you live alone here?

“One ... Just one,” said Pinocchio sadly, and he began to tell the trusting young lady his duty story.

About how rich he is. And how he became disillusioned with girls and people in general. After all, all they needed was not his delicate romantic soul, but only his money. And how, because of this, he had to leave the light and retire to universal sadness in the more often forests. Blonde took this tearful story at face value and imbued Buratino with sincere sympathy. She sat down next to him on a mound, put her arm around his shoulders and began to stroke him over his curly head.

- As I understand you! I, of course, have no such money, but there is beauty. And my inner world was not interesting to everyone either, but only my body was interesting.

- Oh, Barbie! So nice to meet in the wilderness soul mate! Tell me, do you believe in love at first sight?

Artemon had calmed down again began to shake the bushes.

- I was so often talked about this!

“But no one was as sincere as me.” Barbie, I realized that you were my destiny as soon as I first saw you! For the first time in many months, my soul calmed down and soared because it met its soulmate. This half is you, Barbie! And it's not about your outer beauty. I do not see her. Because it is overshadowed by your inner beauty! Do you believe me?

- Yes, Pinocchio. I believe you!

- And you ... you ... God, I worry, like a boy! Will you marry me, Barbie ?!

- Yes, Pinocchio! I, too, immediately fell in love with you!

- And ...