The　Adventures　of　Pinocchio
  by　C。　Collodi
  ＇Pseudonym　of　Carlo　Lorenzini＇
  CHAPTER　1
  How　it　happened　that　Mastro　Cherry；　carpenter；
  found　a　piece　of　wood　that　wept　and　laughed　like　a　child
  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。　　It　was　not　an　expensive　piece
  of　wood。　　Far　from　it。　　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。
  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。　　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。
  As　soon　as　he　saw　that　piece　of　wood；　Mastro　Cherry
  was　filled　with　joy。　　Rubbing　his　hands　together　happily；
  he　mumbled　half　to　himself：
  〃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　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！〃
  What　a　look　of　surprise　shone　on　Mastro　Cherry's
  face！　　His　funny　face　became　still　funnier。
  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　benchno　one！　He　peeped
  inside　the　closetno　one！　He　searched　among　the　shavings
  no　one！　He　opened　the　door　to　look　up　and　down
  the　streetand　still　no　one！
  〃Oh；　I　see！〃　he　then　said；　laughing　and　scratching　his　Wig。
  〃It　can　easily　be　seen　that　I　only　thought　I　heard　the　tiny
  voice　say　the　words！　Well；　wellto　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　wide；　and　his　tongue　hung　down
  on　his　chin。
  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。　　Here　it　isa　piece　of　common　firewood；　good
  only　to　burn　in　the　stove；　the　same　as　any　other。　　Yet
  might　someone　be　hidden　in　it？　　If　so；　the　worse　for　him。
  I'll　fix　him！〃
  With　these　words；　he　grabbed　the　log　with　both　hands
  and　started　to　knock　it　about　unmercifully。　　He　threw　it
  to　the　floor；　against　the　walls　of　the　room；　and　even　up
  to　the　ceiling。
  He　listened　for　the　tiny　voice　to　moan　and　cry。
  He　waited　two　minutesnothing；　five　minutesnothing；
  ten　minutesnothing。
  〃Oh；　I　see；〃　he　said；　trying　bravely　to　laugh　and
  ruffling　up　his　wig　with　his　hand。　　〃It　can　easily　be　seen
  I　only　imagined　I　heard　the　tiny　voice！　　Well；　wellto
  work　once　more！〃
  The　poor　fellow　was　scared　half　to　death；　so　he　tried
  to　sing　a　gay　song　in　order　to　gain　courage。
  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。　　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。　　When
  he　opened　his　eyes；　he　found　himself　sitting　on　the　floor。
  His　face　had　changed；　fright　had　turned　even　the　tip　of
  his　nose　from　red　to　deepest　purple。
  CHAPTER　2
  Mastro　Cherry　gives　the　piece　of　wood　to　his　friend　Geppetto；
  who　takes　it　to　make　himself　a　Marionette　that　will　dance；
  fence；　and　turn　somersaults
  In　that　very　instant；　a　loud　knock　sounded　on　the　door。
  〃Come　in；〃　said　the　carpenter；　not　having　an　atom　of
  strength　left　with　which　to　stand　up。
  At　the　words；　the　door　opened　and　a　dapper　little　old
  man　came　in。　　His　name　was　Geppetto；　but　to　the　boys　of
  the　neighborhood　he　was　Polendina；＇1＇　on　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　became　as　wild　as　a　beast　and
  no　one　could　soothe　him。
  〃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　you　to　beg　for　a　favor。〃
  〃Here　I　am；　at　your　service；〃　answered　the　carpenter；
  raising　himself　on　to　his　knees。
  〃This　morning　a　fine　idea　came　to　me。〃
  〃Let's　hear　it。〃
  〃I　thought　of　making　myself　a　beautiful　wooden
  Marionette。　　It　must　be　wonderful；　one　that　will　be　able　to
  dance；　fence；　and　turn　somersaults。　　With　it　I　intend　to　go
  around　the　world；　to　earn　my　crust　of　bread　and　cup　of
  wine。　　What　do　you　think　of　it？〃
  〃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　red　pepper　and；　facing　the　carpenter；
  said　to　him　angrily：
  〃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　began　to　scratch　and　bite　and
  slap　each　other。
  When　the　fight　was　over；　Mastro　Antonio　had　Geppetto's
  yellow　wig　in　his　hands　and　Geppetto　found　the　carpenter's
  curly　wig　in　his　mouth。
  〃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　hands　and　swore　to　be　good　friends
  for　the　rest　of　their　lives。
  〃Well　then；　Mastro　Geppetto；〃　said　the　carpenter；　to
  show　he　bore　him　no　ill　will；　〃what　is　it　you　want？〃
  〃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　piece　of　wood　which　had　frightened
  him　so　much。　　But　as　he　was　about　to　give　it　to　his　friend；
  with　a　violent　jerk　it　slipped　out　of　his　hands　and　hit
  against　poor　Geppetto's　thin　legs。
  〃Ah！　　Is　this　the　gentle　way；　Mastro　Antonio；　in　which
  you　make　your　gifts？　　You　have　made　me　almost　lame！〃
  〃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　head　with　rage　and　threw　himself　upon
  the　carpenter。　　Then　and　there　they　gave　each　other　a
  sound　thrashing。
  After　this　fight；　Mastro　Antonio　had　two　more　scratches
  on　his　nose；　and　Geppetto　had　two　buttons　missing　from
  his　coat。　　Thus　having　settled　their　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　away　toward　home。
  CHAPTER　3
  As　soon　as　he　gets　home；　Geppetto　fashions　the　Marionette
  and　calls　it　Pinocchio。　　The　first　pranks　of　the　Marionette
  Little　as　Geppetto's　house　was；　it　was　neat　and
  comfortable。　　It　was　a　small　room　on　the　ground　floor；　with　a
  tiny　window　under　the　stairway。　　The　furniture　could　not
  have　been　much　simpler：　　a　very　old　chair；　a　rickety　old
  bed；　and　a　tumble…down　table。　　A　fireplace　full　of　burning
  logs　was　painted　on　the　wall　opposite　the　door。　　Over　the
  fire；　there　was　painted　a　pot　full　of　something　which　kept
  boiling　happily　away　and　sending　up　clouds　of　what　looked
  like　real　steam。
  As　soon　as　he　reached　home；　Geppetto　took　his　tools
  and　began　to　cut　and　shape　the　wood　into　a　Marionette。
  〃What　shall　I　call　him？〃　he　said　to　himself。　　〃I　think
  I'll　call　him　PINOCCHIO。　　This　name　will　make　his　fortune。
  I　knew　a　whole　family　of　Pinocchi　oncePinocchio　the
  father；　Pinocchia　the　mother；　and　Pinocchi　the　children
  and　they　were　all　lucky。　　The　richest　of　them　begged　for
  his　living。〃
  After　choosing　the　name　for　his　Marionette；　Geppetto
  set　seriously　to　work　to　make　the　hair；　the　forehead；　the
  eyes。　　Fancy　his　surprise　when　he　noticed　that　these　eyes
  moved　and　then　stared　fixedly　at　him。　　Geppetto；　seeing
  this；　felt　insulted　and　said　in　a　grieved　tone：
  〃Ugly　wooden　eyes；　why　do　you　stare　so？〃
  There　was　no　answer。
  After　the　eyes；　Geppetto　made　the　nose；　which　began
  to　stretch　as　soon　as　finished。　　It　stretched　and　stretched
  and　stretched　till　it　became　so　long；　it　seemed　endless。
  Poor　Geppetto　kept　cutting　it　and　cutting　it；　but　the
  more　he　cut；　the　longer　grew　that　impertinent　nose。　　In
  despair　he　let　it　alone。