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His name was Geppetto, but to the boys of the neighborhood he was Polendina,* on account of the wig he always wore which was just the color of yellow corn. At the words, the door opened and a dapper little old man came in. “Come in,” said the carpenter, not having an atom of strength left with which to stand up. In that very instant, a loud knock sounded on the door. His face had changed fright had turned even the tip of his nose from red to deepest purple.ĬHAPTERĒ MastroĜherry gives the piece of wood to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make himself a Marionette that will dance, fence, and turn somersaults. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the floor. This time it giggled as it spoke: “Stop it! Oh, stop it! Ha, ha, ha! You tickle my stomach.” This time poor Mastro Cherry fell as if shot. He set aside the hatchet and picked up the plane to make the wood smooth and even, but as he drew it to and fro, he heard the same tiny voice. “It can easily be seen I only imagined I heard the tiny voice! Well, well- to work once more!” The poor fellow was scared half to death, so he tried to sing a gay song in order to gain courage. “Oh, I see,” he said, trying bravely to laugh and ruffling up his wig with his hand. He waited two minutes- nothing five minutes-nothing ten minutes-nothing. He listened for the tiny voice to moan and cry. He threw it to the floor, against the walls of the room, and even up to the ceiling. I’ll fix him!” With these words, he grabbed the log with both hands and started to knock it about unmercifully. Yet-might someone be hidden in it? If so, the worse for him. Here it is-a piece of common firewood, good only to burn in the stove, the same as any other. As soon as he regained the use of his senses, he said, trembling and stuttering from fright: “Where did that voice come from, when there is no one around? Might it be that this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a child? I can hardly believe it. Wide, and his tongue hung down on his chin. MastroĜherry grew dumb, his eyes popped out of his head, his mouth opened “Oh, oh! You hurt!” cried the same far-away little voice. “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. 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. 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.ěut 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!ĝo not hit me so hard!” What a look of surprise shone on Mastro Cherry’s face! His funny face became still funnier. Rubbing his hands together happily, he mumbled half to himself: “This has come in the nick of time. As soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy. His real name was MastroĚntonio, but everyone called him MastroĜherry, for the tip of his nose was so round and red and shiny that it looked like a ripe cherry. 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. 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 warm. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. Centuries ago there lived- “A king!” my little readers will say immediately.
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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: TheĚdventures of Pinocchio Author:Ĝ.Ĝollodi-Pseudonym ofĜarlo Lorenzini Releaseĝate: Januaryđ2,Ē006 Language:Ğnglish *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERGĞBOOK THEĚDVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO *** Produced byĜharles Keller (for Tina) andĝavid WidgerīyĜ.Ĝollodi Translated from the Italian byĜarolĝellaĜhiesa CONTENTS CHAPTERđ CHAPTERĒ CHAPTERē CHAPTERĔ CHAPTERĕ CHAPTERĖ CHAPTERė CHAPTERĘ CHAPTERę CHAPTERđ0 CHAPTERđ1 CHAPTERđ2 CHAPTERđ3 CHAPTERđ4ĬHAPTERđ5 CHAPTERđ6 CHAPTERđ7 CHAPTERđ8 CHAPTERđ9 CHAPTERĒ0 CHAPTERĒ1 CHAPTERĒ2 CHAPTERĒ3 CHAPTERĒ4 CHAPTERĒ5 CHAPTERĒ6 CHAPTERĒ7 CHAPTERĒ8 CHAPTERĒ9 CHAPTERē0 CHAPTERē1 CHAPTERē2 CHAPTERē3 CHAPTERē4 CHAPTERē5 CHAPTERē6ĬHAPTERđ How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child. The Project GutenbergĞBook of TheĚdventures of Pinocchio, by C.Ĝollodi-Pseudonym ofĜarlo Lorenzini This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.