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The old man looks at him and says, “You don’t understand. I was a carpenter in a small town. I had a son once, but I lost him. He wasn’t like any other boy; he was very special. And he left me one day, never to return. I’ve been looking for him ever since. I’ll know him when I see him, though, by the holes in his hands and feet.”

Jesus, feeling a little lump in his throat, leans close and says, “Father?”

Awestruck, the old man replies, “Pinocchio?”