Worlds colliding once upon a time (book one)

1.05 - That Still Small Voice

A boy named Jiminy weaved through the crowd, pick-pocketing.

The prince puppet spoke. "Aha! I will slaythe fearsome dragon, milady, or die trying."

The princess puppet spoke. "Then goodbye, dear prince. It was nice knowing you." 

The princess puppet was removed, and a dragon puppet was brought in in its place.

The dragon puppet spoke. "Who dares disturb my sleep?"

The prince puppet spoke. "Uh, he went that way."

The puppet dragon spoke. "Then I will go that way."

The prince puppet spoke. "Very good idea. You go that way and I'll..."

After Jiminy was finished pick-pocketing, he left the puppet show. 

Woods

The puppeteers Myrna and Martin, and their son Jiminy, were exclaiming their earings. 

"Woah, woah, woah, woah," Martin told them. "Careful, careful."

"Don't let those coins roll away," Myrna told them.

"No, they might disappear," Martin told them, performing  a sleight of hand trick, making the coin disappear and 'reappear' behind Myrna's ear. "Whoop. Ha. Look at that."

Jiminy pulled a cricket in a cage out of a bag. "Oh, a cricket. I love crickets."

"Crickets are trouble," Myrna told him. "Noisy bugs." 

"But they got to do whatever they want, hopping from place to place," Jiminy told them. "They're free."

"You're free," Myrna told him. 

"To do what we want," Martin told him.

"To be who you are," Myrna told him.

"And you are who you are," Martin told him. 

"Well, maybe I want to be something elses," Jiminy told them. ""Maybe I don't wanna steal . Maybe I wanna be good."

"All that from a cricket?" Martin asked.

"Told you," Myrna told them. "Trouble."

"'Good' is another word for 'weak'," Martin told them.

Myrna looked at Jiminy. "Let us do the thinking for you."

"That's what parents are for," Martin told him. 

"To help you," Myrna told him. 

"You are who you are, and there's no changing it, Jiminy," Martin told him. "Right?" 

Jiminy sighed, nodding. "Right."

Martin smiled. "Right. Problem solved."

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