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PINOCCHIO

CHAPTER I

Once upon a time, “Was there a king?” my little readers will say at once. No kids, you are wrong.

Once upon a time, there was a piece of wood. It wasn’t fine wood, but a simple piece of wood from the lumber yard that we put in stoves and fireplaces to kindle fires and heat rooms.

I don’t know how it happened, but one fine day an old woodcutter found a piece of wood just like this in his shop.

The old man’s name was Antonio, but everyone called him Master Cherry because of the tip of his nose. Which was always shiny and purple in color like a ripe cherry.

As soon as Master Cherry saw that piece of wood, he was very happy; And shaking hands with satisfaction, he muttered to himself, “This piece of wood has come at a good time.

I’ll make a table leg out of it. No sooner said than done.

He immediately took a sharpened ax to lift the bark and shape the wood; But when he was about to strike her, he kept his hand in the air because he heard a small, thin voice saying, “Don’t hit so hard!”

Just imagine how surprised good old Master Cherry was! He cast his astonished eyes around the room to see where that faint sound came from, but saw no one.

He looked under the bench, and he looked in a sideboard which was always closed, and no one was there; He looked in the basket of chips and shavings, but there was none;

He opened the door to look around his house and saw no one. So what?

“I understand,” she said, laughing and scratching her wig: I imagined I heard that little voice. I’ll start working again.”

He picked up the ax and hit the piece of wood again. Oh! You hurt me!” cried a small voice, as if in pain.

This time Master Cherry was dumbfounded, his frightened eyes nearly popping out of his head, his mouth wide open,

And his tongue hung down on his chin, like the head of a Gorgon on a fountain.

As he began to speak, he trembled with fear and stammered, “But where does that little voice come from that says” Oh?

Nothing is alive in this room. Could it be that this piece of wood has learned to cry and scream like a baby, I can’t believe it?

This is a simple piece of wood for the fireplace, like all the other pieces with which we boil a pot of beans. what next?

What if someone is hiding inside? If there is, it will be worse for him. I’ll deal His.”

And saying this, he grabbed that lousy piece of wood with both hands and without any mercy slammed it against the stone wall of the room.

Then he paused to listen, to see if there was any complaining voice. He waited two minutes, and nothing: five minutes, nothing; Ten minutes, nothing more.

As soon as Master Cherry saw that piece of wood, he was very happy; And shaking hands with satisfaction, he muttered to himself, “This piece of wood has come at a good time. I’ll make a table leg out of it.”

No sooner said than done.

He immediately took a sharpened ax to lift the bark and shape the wood; But just when he was about to strike him, he was holding his hand in the air, as he heard a small, thin voice saying, “Don’t hit so hard!” ,

Just imagine how surprised good old Master Cherry was! He cast his astonished eyes around the room to see where that faint sound came from; But he didn’t see anyone.

He looked under the bench, there was no one; He looked in a sideboard which was always closed, and no one was there; He looked in the basket of chips and shavings, but there was none; He opened the door to look around his house, but no one was there. So what ?

“I understand,” she said, laughing and scratching her wig; “I imagined I heard that little voice. I will start working again.”

He picked up the ax and hit the piece of wood again.

“Oh! You hurt me!” cried the little voice, as if in pain.

This time Master Cherry was dumbfounded, his frightened eyes almost out of his head, his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging over his chin like a gorgon’s head on a fountain.

As he began to speak, he trembled with fear and stammered, “But where does that little voice that says ‘Oh’ come from? There is nothing alive in this room.

AuthorC. Collodi
Language English
No. of Pages232
PDF Size10.4 MB
CategoryNovel

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