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The Son of God had been wandering through the Halls of Heaven for a long time, and stopped to rest by an old man on an alabaster bench.
"You look tired, my son" said the old man. "I am weary indeed," the Son answered," so many days have I wandered, seeking him who was my Earthly father."
"Strange," said the old man, "I, too, have grown weary searching for him who was my earthly son."
A gleam of hope shot into the Sin's eyes. "My father was a carpenter." "I was a carpenter," said the old man, surprised.
"He was not my father in flesh, yet he treated me as his son all the days of his life."
"My son was not the son of my loins, either."
Hope burned bright in the eyes of the Son. "My father's name was Joseph."
"My name, in your tongue, would be Joseph," said the old man, and great joy came up in his face.
The Son threw wide his arms and embraced the old man. "Father!" he cried with delight, and the old man hugged the Son to his breast, and through tears of joy, said -
"PINOCCHIO!" -- Peace, Om.
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