Ex-CIA Advisor comes forward about Bɪᴅᴇɴ sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | November 17, 2023

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But he was just outed by a patriotic ex-CIA consultant.]( Biden’s humiliating blunder here.]( caught me and tied my neck with a rope and hanged me to a tree, saying, ‘Tomorrow we’ll come back for you and you’ll be dead and your mouth will be open, and then we’ll take the gold pieces that you have hidden under your tongue.’” “Where are the gold pieces now?” the Fairy asked. “I lost them,” answered Pinocchio, but he told a lie, for he had them in his pocket. As he spoke, his nose, long though it was, became at least two inches longer. “And where did you lose them?” “In the wood near by.” At this second lie, his nose grew a few more inches. “If you lost them in the near-by wood,” said the Fairy, “we’ll look for them and find them, for everything that is lost there is always found.” “Ah, now I remember,” replied the Marionette, becoming more and more confused. “I did not lose the gold pieces, but I swallowed them when I drank the medicine.” At this third lie, his nose became longer than ever, so long that he could not even turn around. If he turned to the right, he knocked it against the bed or into the windowpanes; if he turned to the left, he struck the walls or the door; if he raised it a bit, he almost put the Fairy’s eyes out. The Fairy sat looking at him and laughing. “Why do you laugh?” the Marionette asked her, worried now at the sight of his growing nose. “I am laughing at your lies.” “How do you know I am lying?” “Lies, my boy, are known in a moment. There are two kinds of lies, lies with short legs and lies with long noses. Yours, just now, happen to have long noses.” “Really?” cried Pinocchio joyfully. “Then, my good Fairy, if you are willing, I should like to go to meet him. I cannot wait to kiss that dear old man, who has suffered so much for my sake.” “Surely; go ahead, but be careful not to lose your way. Take the wood path and you’ll surely meet him.” Pinocchio set out, and as soon as he found himself in the wood, he ran like a hare. When he reached the giant oak tree he stopped, for he thought he heard a rustle in the brush. He was right. There stood the Fox and the Cat, the two traveling companions with whom he had eaten at the Inn of the Red Lobster. “Here comes our dear Pinocchio!” cried the Fox, hugging and kissing him. “How did you happen here?” “How did you happen here?” repeated the Cat. “It is a long story,” said the Marionette. “Let me tell it to you. The other night, when you left me alone at the Inn, I met the Assassins on the road—” “The Assassins? Oh, my poor friend! And what did they want?” “They wanted my gold pieces.” “Rascals!” said the Fox. “The worst sort of rascals!” added the Cat. “But I began to run,” continued the Marionette, “and they after me, until they overtook me and hanged me to the limb of that oak.” Pinocchio pointed to the giant oak near by. “Could anything be worse?” said the Fox. “What an awful world to live in! Where shall we find a safe place for gentlemen like ourselves?” As the Fox talked thus, Pinocchio noticed that the Cat carried his right paw in a sling. “What happened to your paw?” he asked. The Cat tried to answer, but he became so terribly twisted in his speech that the Fox had to help him out. “My friend is too modest to answer. I’ll answer for him. About an hour ago, we met an old wolf on the road. He was half starved and begged for help. Having nothing to give him, what do you think my friend did out of the kindness of his heart? With his teeth, he bit off the paw of his front foot and threw it at that poor beast, so that he might have something to eat.” As he spoke, the Fox wiped off a tear. Pinocchio, almost in tears himself, whispered in the Cat’s ear: “If all the cats were like you, how lucky the mice would be!” “And what are you doing here?” the Fox asked the Marionette. “I am waiting for my father, who will be here at any moment now.” “And your gold pieces?” “I still have them in my pocket, except one which I spent at the Inn of the Red Lobster.” “To think that those four gold pieces might become two thousand tomorrow. Why don’t you listen to me? Why don’t you sow them in the Field of Wonders?” “Today it is impossible. I’ll go with you some other time.” “Another day will be too late,” said the Fox. “Why?” “Because that field has been bought by a very rich man, and today is the last day that it will be open to the public.” “How far is this Field of Wonders?” “Only two miles away. Will you come with us? We’ll be there in half an hour. You can sow the money, and, after a few minutes, you will gather your two thousand coins and return home rich. Are you coming?” Thus amusing himself with fancies, he came to the field. There he stopped to see if, by any chance, a vine filled with gold coins was in sight. But he saw nothing! He took a few steps forward, and still nothing! He stepped into the field. He went up to the place where he had dug the hole and buried the gold pieces. Again nothing! Pinocchio became very thoughtful and, forgetting his good manners altogether, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and gave his head a thorough scratching. As he did so, he heard a hearty burst of laughter close to his head. He turned sharply, and there, just above him on the branch of a tree, sat a large Parrot, busily preening his feathers. “What are you laughing at?” Pinocchio asked peevishly. “I am laughing because, in preening my feathers, I tickled myself under the wings.” The Marionette did not answer. He walked to the brook, filled his shoe with water, and once more sprinkled the ground which covered the gold pieces. Another burst of laughter, even more impertinent than the first, was heard in the quiet field. “Well,” cried the Marionette, angrily this time, “may I know, Mr. Parrot, what amuses you so?” “I am laughing at those simpletons who believe everything they hear and who allow themselves to be caught so easily in the traps set for them.” “Do you, perhaps, mean me?” “I certainly do mean you, poor Pinocchio—you who are such a little silly as to believe that gold can be sown in a field just like beans or squash. I, too, believed that once and today I am very sorry for it. Today (but too late!) I have reached the conclusion that, in order to come by money honestly, one must work and know how to earn it with hand or brain.” “I don’t know what you are talking about,” said the Marionette, who was beginning to tremble with fear. “Too bad! I’ll explain myself better,” said the Parrot. “While you were away in the city the Fox and the Cat returned here in a great hurry. They took the four gold pieces which you have buried and ran away as fast as the wind. If you can catch them, you’re a brave one!” for me. Will I find him at the Fairy’s house? It is so long, poor man, since I have seen him, and I do so want his love and his kisses. And will the Fairy ever forgive me for all I have done? She who has been so good to me and to whom I owe my life! Can there be a worse or more heartless boy than I am anywhere?” As he spoke, he stopped suddenly, frozen with terror. What was the matter? An immense Serpent lay stretched across the road—a Serpent with a bright green skin, fiery eyes which glowed and burned, and a pointed tail that smoked like a chimney. How frightened was poor Pinocchio! He ran back wildly for half a mile, and at last settled himself atop a heap of stones to wait for the Serpent to go on his way and leave the road clear for him. He waited an hour; two hours; three hours; but the Serpent was always there, and even from afar one could see the flash of his red eyes and the column of smoke which rose from his long, pointed tail. Pinocchio, trying to feel very brave, walked straight up to him and said in a sweet, soothing voice: “I beg your pardon, Mr. Serpent, would you be so kind as to step aside to let me pass?” He might as well have talked to a wall. The Serpent never moved. Once more, in the same sweet voice, he spoke: “You must know, Mr. Serpent, that I am going home where my father is waiting for me. It is so long since I have seen him! Would you mind very much if I passed?” He waited for some sign of an answer to his questions, but the answer did not come. On the contrary, the green Serpent, who had seemed, until then, wide awake and full of life, became suddenly very quiet and still. His eyes closed and his tail stopped smoking. “Is he dead, I wonder?” said Pinocchio, rubbing his hands together happily. Without a moment’s hesitation, he started to step over him, but he had just raised one leg when the Serpent shot up like a spring and the Marionette fell head over heels backward. He fell so awkwardly that his head stuck in the mud, and there he stood with his legs straight up in the air. Above is an important message from one of our highly valued sponsors. Please read it carefully as they have some special information to share with you. Email sent by Finance and Investing Traffic, LLC, owner and operator of The Investing Insider. Don’t hesitate to reach out to our expert support team abuse@theinvestinginsider.com for prompt solutions and personalized guidance. You'll receive a response within 24 hours[.]( This ad is sent on behalf of Paradigm Press, LLC, at 808 St. Paul Street, Baltimore MD 21202. If you're not interested in this opportunity from Paradigm Press, LLC, please [click here]( to remove your email from these offers. 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