no strings attached to the little fool

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

–pinocchino

a forgotten puppet.

knowing nothing other than a life with strings attached.

one day the strings didn’t look as sturdy as they used to

and with a little cunning…

and some work that was indeed tiresome

walking without strings was possible

and each day became a little less puppet-like

until jiminy cricket could agree that she was a real girl!