Once upon a time… a carpenter, picked up a strange lump of wood one day while mending a table. When he began to chip it, the wood started to moan. This frightened the carpenter and he decided to get rid of it at once, so he gave it to a friend called Geppetto, who wanted to make a puppet.
Geppetto, a cobbler, took his lump of wood home, thinking about the name he would give his puppet. “I’ll call him Pinocchio,” he told himself. “It’s a lucky name.”
Back in his humble basement home and workshop, Geppetto started to carve the wood.
Suddenly a voice squealed: “Ooh! That hurt!”
Geppeto was astonished to find that the wood was alive. Excitedly he carved a head, hair and eyes, which immediately stared right at the cobbler. But the second Geppetto carved out the nose, it grew longer and longer, and no matter how often the cobbler cut it down to size, it just stayed a long nose.
The newly cut mouth began to chuckle and when Geppetto angrily complained, the puppet stuck out his tongue at him. That was nothing, however! When the cobbler shaped the hands, they snatched the good man’s wig, and the newly carved legs gave him a hearty kick.
His eyes brimming with tears, Geppetto scolded the puppet. “You naughty boy! I haven’t even finished making you, yet you’ve no respect for your father!”
Then he picked up the puppet and, a step at a time, taught him to walk.
But the minute Pinocchio stood upright, he started to run about the room, with Geppetto after him, then he opened the door and dashed into the street. Now, Pinocchio ran faster than Geppetto and though the poor cobbler shouted “Stop him! Stop him!”
None of the onlookers, watching in amusement, moved a finger.
Luckily, a policeman heard the cobbler’s shouts and strode quickly down the street. Grabbing the runaway, he handed him over to his father.
“I’ll
box your ears,” gasped Geppetto, still out of breath.
Then he realised that was impossible, for in his haste to carve the puppet, he had forgotten to make his ears. Pinocchio had got a fright at being in the clutches of the police, so he apologised and Geppetto forgave his son.
Indeed, the minute they reached home, the cobbler made Pinocchio a suit out of flowered paper, a pair of bark shoes and a soft bread hat. The puppet hugged his father.
“I’d like to go to school,” he said, “to become clever and help you when you’re old!”
Geppetto was touched by this kind thought.
“I’m very grateful,” he replied, “but we haven’t enough money even to buy you the first reading book!”
Pinocchio looked downcast, then Geppetto suddenly rose to his feet, put on his old tweed coat and went out of the house.
Not long after, he returned carrying a first reader, but minus his coat. It was snowing outside.
“Where’s your coat, father?”
“I sold it.”
“Why did you sell it?”
“It kept me too warm!”
Pinocchio threw his arms round Geppetto’s neck and kissed the kindly old man. It had stopped snowing and Pinocchio set out for school with his first reading book under his arm. He was full of good intentions.
“Today I want to learn to read. Tomorrow I’ll learn to write and the day after to count. Then I’ll earn some money and buy Geppetto a fine new coat. He deserves it, for…”
The sudden sound of a brass band broke into the puppet’s daydream and he soon forgot all about school. He ended up in a crowded square where people were clustering round a brightly coloured booth.
“What’s that?” he asked a boy.
“Can’t you read? It’s the Great Puppet Show!”
“How much do you pay to go inside?”
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