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The Adventures of Pinocchio
by C. Collodi
[Pseudonym of Carlo Lorenzini]
Translated from the Italian by Carol Della Chiesa
How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept
and laughed like a child
Centuries ago there lived—
"A king!" my little readers will say immediately.
No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It
was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one
of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and
I do not know how this really happened, yet the fact remains that one fine day this
piece of wood found itself in the shop of an old carpenter. His real name was Mastro
Antonio, but everyone called him Mastro Cherry, for the tip of his nose was so round and
red and shiny that it looked like a ripe cherry.
As soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy. Rubbing
his hands together happily, he mumbled half to himself:
"This has come in the nick of time. I shall use it to make the leg of a table."
He grasped the hatchet quickly to peel off the bark and shape the wood. But as he
was about to give it the first blow, he stood still with arm uplifted, for he had heard a wee,
little voice say in a beseeching tone: "Please be careful! Do not hit me so hard!"
What a look of surprise shone on Mastro Cherry's face! His funny face became still
He turned frightened eyes about the room to find out where that wee, little voice
had come from and he saw no one! He looked under the bench— no one! He peeped inside
the closet— no one! He searched among the shavings— no one! He opened the door to
look up and down the street— and still no one!
"Oh, I see!" he then said, laughing and scratching his Wig. "It can easily be seen
that I only thought I heard the tiny voice say the words! Well, well— to work once more."
He struck a most solemn blow upon the piece of wood.
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