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He
struck
a
most
solemn
blow
upon
the
piece
of
wood
.
"
Oh
,
oh
!
You
hurt
!
"
cried
the
same
far-away
little
voice
.
Mastro
Cherry
grew
dumb
,
his
eyes
popped
out
of
his
head
,
his
mouth
opened
wide
,
and
his
tongue
hung
down
on
his
chin
.
As
soon
as
he
regained
the
use
of
his
senses
,
he
said
,
trembling
and
stuttering
from
fright
:
"
Where
did
that
voice
come
from
,
when
there
is
no
one
around
?
Might
it
be
that
this
piece
of
wood
has
learned
to
weep
and
cry
like
a
child
?
I
can
hardly
believe
it
.
Here
it
is
--
a
piece
of
common
firewood
,
good
only
to
burn
in
the
stove
,
the
same
as
any
other
.
Yet
--
might
someone
be
hidden
in
it
?
If
so
,
the
worse
for
him
.
I
'll
fix
him
!
"
With
these
words
,
he
grabbed
the
log
with
both
hands
and
started
to
knock
it
about
unmercifully
.
He
threw
it
to
the
floor
,
against
the
walls
of
the
room
,
and
even
up
to
the
ceiling
.
He
listened
for
the
tiny
voice
to
moan
and
cry
.
He
waited
two
minutes
--
nothing
;
five
minutes
--
nothing
;
ten
minutes
--
nothing
.
"
Oh
,
I
see
,
"
he
said
,
trying
bravely
to
laugh
and
ruffling
up
his
wig
with
his
hand
"
It
can
easily
be
seen
I
only
imagined
I
heard
the
tiny
voice
!
Well
,
well
--
to
work
once
more
!
"
The
poor
fellow
was
scared
half
to
death
,
so
he
tried
to
sing
a
gay
song
in
order
to
gain
courage
.
