On that day, a traditional and annual celebration was held in Las Tunas Revolution Square, the capital of Indoland, on the occasion of the commemoration of the incident of April 17, 1961, the sixty-third anniversary of the victory of the revolutionary forces over the invaders who, according to the official authorities, moved from Miami under the support of the imperialist forces and attacked Indoland and intended to  overthrew the newly established revolutionary government; had been established.

There was nothing new in this ceremony. The mostly old cadres of the party waved the Indoland flag with boredom, and the pictures of Marx, Lenin, Engels and Marshal Alphonse Ali, the founder of the Indoland Revolution and the grandfather of the current leader of Indoland, were seen in the background of Revolution Square, just like Moscow's Red Square.

 In order to attract people to the demonstration, it was announced that the participants will be given two kilos of sugar and a liter bottle of cooking oil. To receive these gifts, they had to stay in the Revolution Square until the end of the ceremony. The entrances to the square were closed one hour after the start of the ceremony to prevent people from re-entering to receive the quota. After this, hundreds of barrels of red ink were imported from Moscow to color the tips of the fingers of the volunteers so that they could not take quotas again. The price of these inks is supposed to be paid by sending combat volunteers to Ukraine in support of Putin's special military operations.

 That day, as usual, the leader of the February 11 revolution was the main speaker. Everything started as normal and boring. In the last sixty years, all the official talks of this ceremony started with an attack on American imperialism, and at the head of it, the president of this country, and comparing him to Adolf Hitler and all capitalist regimes... Those present in Revolution Square, just like the residents of North Korea The leaders of Indoland expressed their feelings in unison. Right next to the square, the latest model of Indoland's long-range missiles, which have a range up to the west coast of America, were supposed to be paraded as usual.

 The revolutionary passion engulfed the leader of Indoland. The leader's executive vice president and head of security services was the first to feel that as the speech continued and the speaker's enthusiasm increased, the leader's nose was getting longer just like Pinocchio. The more the leader's lies, the longer his nose seemed to grow. A quarter of an hour after the start of the speech, the operators of state television cameras were instructed to show a close-up of the leader's face instead of showing them. Show flowers, bees, canaries, and mountain vultures. While the leader's speech continued with great enthusiasm, high-ranking security agents who had recently completed their training courses in Moscow and Beijing were trying to convince the leader to end his speech with gestures. The members of the diplomatic corps stationed in a special position were noticing the elongated nose of the leader of the February Revolution.

 When the leader of the revolution claimed that the people of all countries in the world want a government exactly like Indoland and they want to enjoy the welfare of the people of  this prospered state, the length of the leader's nose reached such a point that he felt the pain of death in his face. His eyes filled with tears and amid the expressions of everyone's emotions, he was taken down from the lecture platform and taken directly to Jose Marti Military Hospital in a special car by the security forces. The Minister of Interior was the next speaker who tried to make everything look normal and according to the conductor's announcement.

 That night, the National Security Council was convened in the egg-shaped hall of the presidential palace to investigate the lengthening of the leader's nose with the increase in the amount of lying. There was a big crisis. No one dared to raise the issue. Finally, as usual, after a lot of compliments, the Minister of Internal Security suggested that it be checked exactly whether the disease continues in the leader or if it worsens on the anniversary of the revolution. No one dared to raise this problem with the leader. Again, the head of the security services, who looked exactly like Beria, the head of Stalin's secret police, stepped forward to raise the problem with the leader.

As usual, the leader of the revolution considered the lengthening of his nose to be an imperialist conspiracy by the CIA and ordered the secret agents to go and find the virus that the American agents probably infected him with during his trip to Colombia.

To make things stronger, he mentioned the legends of the Indians of the Andes Mountains, that the god of grape juice, at the same time as his lies intensified, his nose became so long that he finally could not move and threw himself from the heights of Machu Picchu into a deep valley and ended his life.

 Upon hearing the phrase "end of life", everyone present looked at each other and finally it was nailed on the face of the Minister of Health. In fact, they came to the conclusion that it is better for the Minister of Health to end the leader's life in any way he deems fit.

 Everything went like lightning in the next month. Two weeks after his speech in Revolution Square, the leader of the revolution was officially admitted to Vanessa Ramos Military Hospital for the treatment of a simple cold. In the medical bulletins, a new disease was added to the records of the president every time. When the official Indoland news agency announced the postponement of the Chief of Army Staff's official visit to Moscow and a meeting with Vladimir Putin, everyone understood that they were going to kill the country's leader. And finally, when on Friday evening, the national TV channel Indoland played Beethoven's fifth symphony, everyone understood that the leader of the revolution was dead, because he had announced many times that when he was sad and disappointed in life, he turned to classical music, especially the works of Beethoven and Mozart.

 The official funeral ceremony of the leader of the revolution lasted two weeks. The Central Committee of the Indoland Workers and Farmers Party decided to elect Jose Lopez Portillo, Minister of Agriculture and Chemical Fertilizers, as the new leader of the country. All radio and television channels and newspapers, the official organ of the country, News of the new leader's official speech to the nation was announced at 5 pm on Sunday.

 A lot of jokes about the new leader went viral on social media in just a few hours before the speech started... and finally everyone was ready to hear the new leader's speech while eating potato chips.

 Everything was getting boring. Jose López was talking about the late leader's future when he suddenly started presenting a vision for the next five years, when every Indonesian will eat 30 kilos of pork and 22 kilos of caviar fish a year, and ..... only 40 hours of work a week. And..... vacationing on the azure shores of Copa Cabana... All the people watched the new leader's nose grow rapidly. It is as if a nail is pressing on the glass of the TV from the inside. By continuing to lie and increasing the length of his nose, Jose Lopez felt a severe pain in his head and eyes..... By continuing his speech and insisting on lying, he broke the screens of all televisions throughout the country... that night in the council meeting National Security No one had a speech. Everyone drank a glass of Russian vodka and got up and left.

The Minister of Propaganda ordered that Pinocchio cartoons should not be shown on state television. The Ministry of Information banned any purchase and sale of flash drives, CDs, etc. related to Pinocchio and threatened the perpetrators with execution. At the moment, none of the leaders are speaking in Indoland. Black porn jokes about members of the Central Committee of the United Workers' Party of Indoland are published on virtual networks. The future of the country is still dark. Just like the events of Pinocchio's life. No one knows exactly what will happen tomorrow.