[It would seem as though a responsible individual has taken pity on the clueless little puppet, and decided to accompany him on his little adventures. At some point, maybe an arm or a hand gets too close to the boy's face, and with no warning he bites. Not particularly hard, fortunately, he'd never bit anything before, and congrats, you just happened to be there when the thought occurred to him. When given the proper accusatory response, he just looks blankly and tilts his head slightly.]

I wished to know what would happen.

[So for whatever reason, you have dragged this clueless little puppet to get some shoes. Surely, this boy shouldn't be going around without shoes! He'll hurt his feet, even if he insists otherwise. At the very least they'll get dirty.

So off he's dragged to a shoe store, where he has put on some cozy-looking boots. He stands there silent for a moment, before looking up at the one who has jailed his feet.]

I do not like them. [And he starts shaking his leg to try and get them off, like a cat that's gotten its foot wet.] My feet have done no crimes. They should be free.

[With everything being so wildly new to him, he wandered about the city, watching as everyone had their fun, and made attempts to imitate them. He tried things like food, and pressing buttons, and throwing things into water, and juice. Juice was something he decided he liked. So he sought to find as much juice as he could find.

This was a remarkably difficult task for him, however, as he was completely illiterate. He could only go by pictures, color, and smell. You know what else has pictures of fruit, is brightly colored, and smells nice? You guessed it: Shampoo.

He has a bottle of strawberry shampoo in hand, and it sticking his tongue out while looking like he just ate a lemon. He will push that shampoo bottle into the arms of the first person that approaches him. ]

This juice is full of lies. Do not drink it.