Pinocchio: The Tale of a Puppet

Whitman Publishing Co. RACINE, WISCONSIN
COPYRIGHT 1916 BY Whitman Publishing Co. RACINE, WISCONSIN PRINTED IN U.S.A.

There was once upon a time a piece of wood in the shop of an old carpenter named Master Antonio. Everybody, however, called him Master Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was always as red and polished as a ripe cherry.
No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece of wood than his face beamed with delight, and, rubbing his hands together with satisfaction, he said softly to himself:
This wood has come at the right moment; it will just do to make the leg of a little table.
He immediately took a sharp axe with which to remove the bark and the rough surface, but just as he was going to give the first stroke he heard a very small voice say imploringly, Do not strike me so hard!
He turned his terrified eyes all around the room to try and discover where the little voice could possibly have come from, but he saw nobody! He looked under the bench—nobody; he looked into a cupboard that was always shut—nobody; he looked into a basket of shavings and sawdust—nobody; he even opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into the street—and still nobody. Who, then, could it be?
I see how it is, he said, laughing and scratching his wig, evidently that little voice was all my imagination. Let us set to work again.
And, taking up the axe, he struck a tremendous blow on the piece of wood.
Oh! oh! you have hurt me! cried the same little voice dolefully.