To be perfectly honest, I did have an old dusty puppet when I was a kid. We were poor back then and that was the only toy, not to mention friend, I could earn. It was my own little Sasori. I would play with it every day, from morning to evening. I would tell him many stories about my adventures and how I missed him. And one day, while I and my little Sasori were watching the aunt from next door taking a shower, I spotted a TV show in the next window. It was... Naruto. Right on the episode in which Chiyo and Sakura fight against Sasori. The kid watching it left the window open for fresh air so I could hear every sound coming out of the TV... And that was when I saw him... Watashi no Sasori (Translation: ''My own Sasori''). He was big and strong. It made my heart flutter. That was the voice of the man I would dream at night, the warmth of a friend I desparately needed. I still remember it. The sensation I felt at merely staring at the red-headed scorpion puppet man before me. I could feel his wooden fingers running through my hair, carressing my skull slowly and then crouching down and whispering into my ear, ''Shhhh... It's all right now, little boy... I will show you many wonders that the adult world brings... Now come, we have much to experience''. The last thing I remember is him picking me up in his strong, wooden arm, stepping up on an Iron Sand Swan he made and then flying us off into the sunset - Destination? Pinocchioland.