Mr. Cherry gives the piece of wood to his friend Geppetto,
who takes it to make himself a puppet that will dance,
fence, and turn somersaults
In that very instant, a loud knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," said the carpenter, not having an atom of
strength left with which to stand up.
At the words, the door opened and a dapper little old
man came in. His name was Geppetto, but to the boys of
the neighborhood he was Polendina, on account of the
wig he always wore which was just the color of polenta,
a yellow cornmeal mush.
Geppetto had a very bad temper. Woe to the one who
called him Polendina! He became as wild as a beast and
no one could soothe him.
"Good day, Mr. Antonio," said Geppetto. "What are you doing on the floor?"
"I am teaching the ants their A B C's."
"Good luck to you!"
"What brought you here, friend Geppetto?"
"My legs. And it may flatter you to know, Mr.
Antonio, that I have come to you to beg for a favor."
"Here I am, at your service," answered the carpenter,
raising himself on to his knees.
"This morning a fine idea came to me."
"Let's hear it."
"I thought of making myself a beautiful wooden
puppet. It must be wonderful, one that will be able to
dance, fence, and turn somersaults. With it I intend to go
around the world, to earn my crust of bread and cup of
wine. What do you think of it?"
"Bravo, Polendina!" cried the same tiny voice which
came from no one knew where.
On hearing himself called Polendina, Mr. Geppetto
turned the color of a red pepper and, facing the carpenter, said to him angrily:
"Why do you insult me?"
"Who is insulting you?"
"You called me Polendina."
"I did not."
"I suppose you think _I_ did! Yet I KNOW it was you."
And growing angrier each moment, they went from words to blows, and finally began to scratch and bite and slap each other.
When the fight was over, Mr. Antonio had Geppetto's yellow wig in his hands and Geppetto found the carpenter's
curly wig in his mouth.
"Give me back my wig!" shouted Mr. Antonio in a surly voice.
"You return mine and we'll be friends."
The two little old men, each with his own wig back on
his own head, shook hands and swore to be good friends
for the rest of their lives.
"Well then, Mr. Geppetto," said the carpenter, to
show he bore him no ill will, "what is it you want?"
"I want a piece of wood to make a puppet. Will you give it to me?"
Mr. Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately
to his bench to get the piece of wood which had frightened
him so much. But as he was about to give it to his friend,
with a violent jerk it slipped out of his hands and hit
against poor Geppetto's thin legs.
"Ah! Is this the gentle way, Mr. Antonio, in which
you make your gifts? You have made me almost lame!"
"I swear to you I did not do it!"
"It was I, of course!"
"It's the fault of this piece of wood."
"You're right; but remember you were the one to throw it at my legs."
"I did not throw it!"
"Geppetto, do not insult me or I shall call you Polendina."
On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time,
Geppetto lost his head with rage and threw himself upon
the carpenter. Then and there they gave each other a
After this fight, Mr. Antonio had two more scratches
on his nose, and Geppetto had two buttons missing from
his coat. Thus having settled their accounts, they shook
hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their lives.
Then Geppetto took the fine piece of wood, thanked Mr. Antonio, and limped away toward home.