The Adventures of Pinocchio

, carpenter, found a piece of wood

s ago th

tle readers will

an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of thos

d itself in the shop of an old carpenter. His real name was Mastro Antonio, but everyone called him Ma

Cherry was filled with joy. Rubbing his hands

of time. I shall use it t

about to give it the first blow, he stood still with arm uplifted, for he had heard a

on Mastro Cherry's face! His f

nd he saw no one! He looked under the bench-no one! He peeped inside the closet-no one! He search

g. "It can easily be seen that I only thought I heard the

solemn blow upon

cried the same far

d out of his head, his mouth opened wid

of his senses, he said, tremb

o weep and cry like a child? I can hardly believe it. Here it is-a piece of common firewood, good only to burn

rted to knock it about unmercifully. He threw it to the floo

nd cry. He waited two minutes-nothing; f

up his wig with his hand. "It can easily be seen I only ima

to death, so he tried to sing a

he wood smooth and even, but as he drew it to and fro, he

it! Ha, ha, ha! You

if shot. When he opened his eyes, h

ad turned even the tip of his