Long long ago, there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood, just a common block of firewood, one of those thick legs that are put on the fire to make cold rooms warm.
One fine day this piece of wood found itself in the shop of an old carpenter（木匠）. Everyone called him Mastro Cherry, for the tip of his nose was so round and red that it looked like a ripe cherry.
As soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was full of joy. Rubbing his hands together happily, he said to himself, he stood still with arm uplifted, for he had heard a little voice say, isn't it？
He tried to find out where that voice had come from and he saw no one!He looked under the bench—no one!He searched the room—no one!He opened the door to look around the street—and still no one!
"Oh, I see!"he then said, laughing and shaking his head. "There may be something wrong with my cars. "
"Well, well—to work once more. "He struck another blow hard on the piece of wood. "Oh. oh !You hurt me!"cried the same far﹣away little voice.
Mastro Cherry's mouth opened wide, eyes turned frightened and his tongue hung down on his chin（下巴）. "Where did that voice come from？This piece of wood has learned to cry like a child？Here it is a piece of common firewood, the worst for him. I'll fix him!" With these words, he started to knock it. He threw it to the floor, and even up to the ceiling.
He listened for the tiny voice to cry. He waited two minutes nothing；five minutes nothing；ten minutes nothing. "Oh, "he said, trying bravely to laugh and touching his hair. "Well, and worked on.
"Stop it!Oh, stop it!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.
a. Mastro Cherry heard the first voice.
b. Mastro Cherry looked for the voice everywhere.
c. Mastro Cherry laughed and sang to encourage himself.
d. Mastro Cherry doubled that someone was hidden in the wood.
e. Mastro Cherry found a piece of common firewood in his shop.
