A marionette had its strings cut. The puppet master could not use it anymore. It lay crumpled in a pile on a dusty and dark floor. How it longed to be upright again. It missed hearing the children laugh. It wanted to cry but no tears could come from dried wood. Time passed without measure and the Marionette lay forgotten, until one day by chance children came in to play. A young girl saw the dusty figure lying on the floor and picked it up, broken strings and all. She brought it out into the light, and saw its clothes were tattered and color was faded. She ask if she could play with it and the old master said she could take it away. With loving care and imagination, she tore the Marionette down to it's wood. She played with it as it was and not as it had been. While the once proud puppet no longer possessed its former self, it found more joy in its new form giving a child's imagination a place to exist and listening to the music of youthful laughter once again.