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He
set
aside
the
hatchet
and
picked
up
the
plane
to
make
the
wood
smooth
and
even
,
but
as
he
drew
it
to
and
fro
,
he
heard
the
same
tiny
voice
.
This
time
it
giggled
as
it
spoke
:
"
Stop
it
!
Oh
,
stop
it
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
You
tickle
my
stomach
.
"
This
time
poor
Mastro
Cherry
fell
as
if
shot
.
When
he
opened
his
eyes
,
he
found
himself
sitting
on
the
floor
.
His
face
had
changed
;
fright
had
turned
even
the
tip
of
his
nose
from
red
to
deepest
purple
.
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
yellow
corn
.
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
,
Mastro
Antonio
,
"
said
Geppetto
.
"
What
are
you
doing
on
the
floor
?
"
"
I
am
teaching
the
ants
their
A
B
C
's
.
"
"
Good
luck
to
you
!
"
