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How it happened that Master Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child.
Pinocchio
Original title: Le avventure di Pinocchio
Fondazione Nazionale Carlo Collodi, Pescia, all rights reserved Translated by P. M. D. Panton Chapter 1
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“A king!” my little readers will say all at once. No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. No, it was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common piece of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put into stoves and fireplac“ es in winter to make rooms cosy and warm. I don't know how this really happened, but the fact remains that one fine day this piece of wood turned up in the shop of an old carpenter. His real name was Master Antonio, but everyone called him Master Cherry, for the tip of his nose was so round and red and shiny that it looked like a ripe cherry. As soon as Master Cherry saw that piece of wood, he was filled with joy. Rubbing his hands together happily, he muttered to himself: “Oh, this has come at exactly the right moment. I shall use it to make a nice table leg.” Without hesitating a moment, he grasped his sharp axe to strip off the bark and shape the wood. But as he was about to give it nine point
the first blow, he stood still with his arm in the air, for he heard a wee, tiny voice say pleadingly: Please be careful! Don’t hit me so hard ! You can't imagine how surprised old Master Cherry was! Wide-eyed he looked all around the room to see where that little voice had come from and he saw nobody! He looked under the bench nobody! He peeped inside the cupboard that was always closed, nobody! He looked in the basket of sawdust and shavings, nobody! He opened the shop door to look up and down the street and still nobody! Oh, I see! he then said, laughing and scratc ing his wig. It must be that I only imagined that tiny voice! Well, well back to work once more. He raised his axe again and struck a most solemn ten point
blow upon that piece of wood again. Ouch! You hurt me! cried the same tiny voice. Master Cherry was completely dumbfound ed, his eyes stood out of his head with fright, his mouth wide open, and his tongue hung out over his chin, like those you see on fountain masks. As soon as he could speak he said, trembling and stuttering from fright: What, what! Where did that tiny voice come from, when there's not a living soul around? Might it be that this piece of wood has learned to weep and cry like a child? I can hardly believe it. But, just look at it a piece of common firewood, good only to burn in the stove, the same as any other and if you put it onto the fire, it'll cook a kettle of beans. Yet eleven point
might someone be hidden in it? If so, if he's hidden there, the worse for him. I'll fix him right away! With these words, he grabbed the log with both hands and started to beat it unmerciful“ ly against the walls of the room. And then he stopped to listen, to hear if there was a tiny moaning voice. He waited two minutes—nothing; five minutes— noth“ ing; ten minutes—nothing! “Oh, now I understand,” he said, trying bravely to laugh and ruffling up his wig with his hand. “It’s easy to see I only imagined I heard a tiny voice that said “ouch” Oh, well, well—back to work once more!” twelve point
The poor fellow was scared half to death, so he tried to sing a gay song in order to give himself a little courage. And meanwhile, he’d put down the axe and picked up the plane and he began planning so as to make the wood smooth and even, but as he drew it to and fro, he heard the same tiny voice. And this time it giggled as it spoke: “Stop it! Oh, stop it! Ha, ha, ha! You’re tickling my stomach.” This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. When he opened his eyes, he thirteen point
was sitting on the floor. His face had changed; fright had turned even the tip of his nose from red to the deepest purple.
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Vorrei un cappuccino
Le Pa
Tutto bene
Grazie due mille Tiramisu
Sei arancie per favore
Mangia!
arole
Buona giornata Sto benissimo
Mi piacerebbe un cucciolo
Ho bisogno un caffe macchiato
a dopo THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG TWENTY THREE POINT
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This type speciman book and typeface was designed by Megan Stansbury on the Glyphs app. Primavera, twenty nineteen.