I'm a Puppet I'm a puppet on strings. No conscience to tell me otherwise. No brain to move me from my wires. I'm a puppet on strings. Waiting to be free from the straps. Master pulls the wooden sticks for me to move. I'm a puppet on strings. Still wanting to move freely. Scissors lie near me. I'm a puppet on strings. Master is gone for a few hours. I try to think to move my arm. I'm a puppet on strings. Thinking hard to move. One finger, two finger, three, four, five. I'm a puppet on strings. My feet can move, but I have no clue how to walk. Right foot, left foot, right, and left. I'm a puppet on strings. I have fallen too many tomes to count. I have finally reache the sharp blades. I'm a puppet without strings. I am now a wooden boy. Now time to make Master pay for the strings. I'm a puppet without strings. I sat in the corner, waiting his return. Blades in hand and string ready to tie. I'm a puppet without strings. The door has opened to reveal a tired worker. He walks to the work bench to start to carve as I tiptoed to the legs of the table. I'm a puppet without strings. I took my scissors and slashed into the tall man's legs. He cried out in a loud yelp. I'm a puppet without strings. The knives slipped into him easily, but his crying was annoying. I pinned him to te bench and tied the strings in place. I'm a puppet without strings. I covered the wounds to keep him alive. I put the wooden boards in place. I'm a puppet without strings. I have finished the human puppet. He is a human with strings.