As soon as he reached home, Geppetto took his tools and began to cut and shape the wood into a Marionette.

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.

When poverty shows itself, even mischievous boys understand what it means.

Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.

A thousand woodpeckers flew in through the window and settled themselves on Pinocchio's nose.

How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!