Dear editor:

I haven’t been so creeped out in years! Years!

Yesterday, I watched a live TV production in which Pinocchio, grown up to be a man, has been to school at Harvard and Oxford, has chaired a big bank or two, and yet he is still forcibly cornered to learn false lessons from the Fox and the Cat (this time, along with the Weasel and the Joker).

He was expected to respectfully believe that his prospects and his life will be so much better if he accepts their deceitful pitch, which they claim is trending — and thus true.

This spectacle was staged in faux gold and yellow, under an awning of menacing beaky black microphones, accompanied by a crowd of clamouring onlookers from town.

I don’t think any stalwart protagonist should appear in that theatre ever again.

Brian Emes
Old Town