Pinocchio Chapter 1

Master Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that would cry and laugh like a child.

Many years, many years ago, there was...

"There's a king!" My little readers will continue right away. No, kids, you guessed wrong. Many years ago, many years ago, there was a piece of wood.

It wasn't a piece of precious wood, but an ordinary piece of wood that people threw in the stove and fireplace in the winter to make a fire to keep warm.

I don't know how this happened, except that one day this piece of wood lay in the shop of an old carpenter named Master Anthony, because the tip of the old carpenter's nose was always as red and bright as a ripe cherry, so everyone called him Master Cherry.

When he saw this piece of wood, Master Cherry was very happy, and he rubbed his hands with satisfaction and muttered softly, "This piece of wood has come just right, and I can use it to make a table leg." ”

When all was said and done; The cherry master immediately grabbed a sharp axe and prepared to process the wood shaving. But just as he raised his axe to chop it down, his arm stopped in mid-air because he heard a voice pleading with him:

"Don't chop so hard!"

If you think about it, how surprised this honest cherry master was at this moment, his frightened eyes looked around the room to see where the slight sound was coming from, but he didn't see it alone! He looked under the bench—ordinary people; into a large cupboard that was always closed—at no one; at his basket of shaveds and wood—no one; he opened the shop door and glanced down the street—and there was no one. So who is it?

"I know what's going on." He said, while scratching the wig he was wearing on his head, he smiled and said, "That slight voice is my fantasy, let's start working again." ”

With that he raised his axe again and slashed hard at the piece of wood.

"Ouch! ouch! You hurt me! Still the slight voice cried out pitifully.

This time Master Cherry was completely stunned, and his eyes popped out of his eyes, and his tongue dragged all the way to his chin, like a sculptural image on the spout of a pool of water.

When he regained his ability to speak, he began to stutter in a voice that was trembling with fear:

"Where did that slight sound called 'Oops' come from?" There's no one here! Could it be that this piece of wood learned to cry and complain like a child? How can I believe there is such a thing? This piece of wood, the piece of wood in front of me, like other wood, can be thrown in the stove for warmth, or thrown in the stove to cook a pot of beans... so...... Is there someone hiding inside? If that's the case, then he deserves to be unlucky! Me, I'm going to teach him a hard lesson! ”

At this point, he grabbed the poor piece of wood with both hands and smashed it against the wall of the room.

Then he listened to any slight cries. He waited two minutes — there was no sound; five minutes — there was no sound; ten minutes — or nothing!

"I know what's going on." He scratched the wig on his head and smiled reluctantly and said, "That slight voice called 'Ouch' is my fantasy, let's start working again." ”

Because he had just been frightened, and he still had palpitations at this time, he tried to sing quietly to embolden himself.

Then he put down his axe, picked up the planer, and began to shave the wood. But as he pushed his planer back and forth, he heard the slight voice laughing and saying:

"Stop! Hey, you're tickling me so much! ”

At this moment, Master Cherry fell down as if he had been struck by lightning. When he reopened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the ground.

His face seemed to have changed completely, and the tip of his nose, which was almost always red, was also frightened and blue.