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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!” He grasped the hatchet quickly to peel off the bark and shape the wood. I shall use it to make the leg of a table.” Rubbing his hands together happily, he mumbled half to himself:

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.Īs soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy. 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. “A king!” my little readers will say immediately. How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child. Adults may wish to review the story before reading to their child if they know them to be sensitive to violence.Ĭhapter 1 The Piece of Wood That Laughed and Cried Like a Child It is quite different to the Disney classic you may be familiar with, and contains some violence. This is the original English version of the Pinocchio story, a traditional Italian fairy tale.