Pinocchio - Part 1

> How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that
                                            child a like laughed and wept <

> 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.
 of block common a Just .it from Far .wood of piece expensive an not was It <
> firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter
                                          .warm and cozy rooms cold make to <

> I do not know how this really happened, yet the fact remains that one fine
real His .carpenter old an of shop the in itself found wood of piece this day <
> name was Mastro Antonio, but everyone called him Mastro Cherry, for the tip
.cherry ripe a like looked it that shiny and red and round so was nose his of <

> As soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy.
         :himself to half mumbled he ,happily together hands his Rubbing <

> "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
,uplifted arm with still stood he ,blow first the it give to about was he as <
> for he had heard a wee, little voice say in a beseeching tone: "Please be
                                         "!hard so me hit not Do !careful <

> What a look of surprise shone on Mastro Cherry's face! His funny face became
                                                              .funnier still <

> He turned frightened eyes about the room to find out where that wee, little
He !one bench--no the under looked He !one no saw he and from come had voice <
> peeped inside the closet--no one! He searched among the shavings-- no one! He
            !one no still street--and the down and up look to door the opened <

> "Oh, I see!" he then said, laughing and scratching his Wig. "It can easily be
well--to ,Well !words the say voice tiny the heard I thought only I that seen <
> work once more."

> He struck a most solemn blow upon the piece of wood.

> "Oh, oh! You hurt!" cried the same far-away little voice.

> Mastro Cherry grew dumb, his eyes popped out of his head, his mouth opened
                               .chin his on down hung tongue his and ,wide <

> As soon as he regained the use of his senses, he said, trembling and
                                             :fright from stuttering <

> "Where did that voice come from, when there is no one around? Might it be
  can I ?child a like cry and weep to learned has wood of piece this that <
> hardly believe it. Here it is--a piece of common firewood, good only to burn
If ?it in hidden be someone might --Yet .other any as same the ,stove the in <
> so, the worse for him. I'll fix him!"

> With these words, he grabbed the log with both hands and started to knock it
,room the of walls the against ,floor the to it threw He .unmercifully about <
> and even up to the ceiling.

> He listened for the tiny voice to moan and cry. He waited two minutes--
                  .minutes--nothing ten ;minutes--nothing five ;nothing <

> "Oh, I see," he said, trying bravely to laugh and ruffling up his wig with
  !voice tiny the heard I imagined only I seen be easily can It" .hand his <
> Well, well--to work once more!"

> The poor fellow was scared half to death, so he tried to sing a gay song in
                                                     .courage gain to order <

> He set aside the hatchet and picked up the plane to make the wood smooth and
 time This .voice tiny same the heard he ,fro and to it drew he as but ,even <
> 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. When he opened his eyes, he
                                      .floor the on sitting himself found <

> His face had changed; fright had turned even the tip of his nose from red to
                                                             .purple deepest <

> Mastro Cherry gives the piece of wood to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to
       somersaults turn and ,fence ,dance will that Marionette a himself make <

> In that very instant, a loud knock sounded on the door. "Come in," said the
     .up stand to which with left strength of atom an having not ,carpenter <

> At the words, the door opened and a dapper little old man came in. His name
  on Polendina,(1( was he neighborhood the of boys the to but ,Geppetto was <
> account of the wig he always wore which was just the color of yellow corn.

> [1] Cornmeal mush

> Geppetto had a very bad temper. Woe to the one who called him Polendina! He
                     .him soothe could one no and beast a as wild as became <

> "Good day, Mastro Antonio," said Geppetto. "What are you doing on the floor?"

> "I am teaching the ants their A B C's."

> "Good luck to you!"

> "What brought you here, friend Geppetto?"

> "My legs. And it may flatter you to know, Mastro Antonio, that I have come to
                                                     ".favor a for beg to you <

> "Here I am, at your service," answered the carpenter, raising himself on to
                                                                 .knees his <

> "This morning a fine idea came to me."

> "Let's hear it."

> "I thought of making myself a beautiful wooden Marionette. It must be
With .somersaults turn and ,fence ,dance to able be will that one ,wonderful <
> it I intend to go around the world, to earn my crust of bread and cup of
                                         "?it of think you do What .wine <

> "Bravo, Polendina!" cried the same tiny voice which came from no one knew
                                                                   .where <

> On hearing himself called Polendina, Mastro Geppetto turned the color of a
                :angrily him to said ,carpenter the facing ,and pepper red <

> "Why do you insult me?"

> "Who is insulting you?"

> "You called me Polendina."

> "I did not."

> "I suppose you think I did! Yet I KNOW it was you."

> "No!"

> "Yes!"

> "No!"

> "Yes!"

> And growing angrier each moment, they went from words to blows, and finally
                             .other each slap and bite and scratch to began <

> When the fight was over, Mastro Antonio had Geppetto's yellow wig in his
        .mouth his in wig curly carpenter's the found Geppetto and hands <

> "Give me back my wig!" shouted Mastro Antonio in a surly voice.

> "You return mine and we'll be friends."

> The two little old men, each with his own wig back on his own head, shook
          .lives their of rest the for friends good be to swore and hands <

> "Well then, Mastro Geppetto," said the carpenter, to show he bore him no ill
                                                "?want you it is what" ,will <

> "I want a piece of wood to make a Marionette. Will you give it to me?"

> Mastro Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately to his bench to get the
give to about was he as But .much so him frightened had which wood of piece <
> it to his friend, with a violent jerk it slipped out of his hands and hit
                                       .legs thin Geppetto's poor against <

> "Ah! Is this the gentle way, Mastro Antonio, in which you make your gifts?
                                            "!lame almost me made have You <

> "I swear to you I did not do it!"

> "It was I, of course!"

> "It's the fault of this piece of wood."

> "You're right; but remember you were the one to throw it at my legs."

> "I did not throw it!"

> "Liar!"

> "Geppetto, do not insult me or I shall call you Polendina."

> "Idiot."

> "Polendina!"

> "Donkey!"

> "Polendina!"

> "Ugly monkey!"

> "Polendina!"

> On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time, Geppetto lost his
gave they there and Then .carpenter the upon himself threw and rage with head <
> each other a sound thrashing.

> After this fight, Mastro Antonio had two more scratches on his nose, and
their settled having Thus .coat his from missing buttons two had Geppetto <
> accounts, they shook hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their
                                                                       .lives <

> Then Geppetto took the fine piece of wood, thanked Mastro Antonio, and limped
                                                            .home toward away <

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