Chapter 2

           Inthatveryinstant,aloudknocksoundedonthedoor. "Comein,"saidthecarpenter,nothavinganatomofstrengthleftwithwhichtostandup. 

           Atthewords,thedooropenedandadapperlittleoldmancamein.HisnamewasGeppetto,buttotheboysoftheneighborhoodhewasPolendina,onaccountofthewighealwaysworewhichwasjustthecolorofyellowcorn. 

           Geppettohadaverybadtemper.WoetotheonewhocalledhimPolendina!Hebecameaswildasabeastandnoonecouldsoothehim. 

           "Goodday,MastroAntonio,"saidGeppetto."Whatareyoudoingonthefloor?" 

           "IamteachingtheantstheirABC’s." 

           "Goodlucktoyou!" 

           "Whatbroughtyouhere,friendGeppetto?" 

           "Mylegs.Anditmayflatteryoutoknow,MastroAntonio,thatIhavecometoyoutobegforafavor." 

           "HereIam,atyourservice,"answeredthecarpenter,raisinghimselfontohisknees. 

           "Thismorningafineideacametome." 

           "Let’shearit." 

           "IthoughtofmakingmyselfabeautifulwoodenMarionette.Itmustbewonderful,onethatwillbeabletodance,fence,andturnsomersaults. WithitIintendtogoaroundtheworld,toearnmycrustofbreadandcupofwine.Whatdoyouthinkofit?" 

           "Bravo,Polendina!"criedthesametinyvoicewhichcamefromnooneknewwhere. 

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