作者: Carlo Collodi
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."