Give me back my wig! shouted Mastro Antonio in a surly voice.

You return mine and we'll be friends.

The two little old men, each with his own wig back on his own head, shook hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their lives.

Well then, Mastro Geppetto, said the carpenter, to show he bore him no ill will, what is it you want?

I want a piece of wood to make a Marionette. Will you give it to me?

Mastro Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately to his bench to get the piece of wood which had frightened him so much.

But as he was about to give it to his friend, with a violent jerk it slipped out of his hands and hit against poor Geppetto's thin legs.

Ah! Is this the gentle way, Mastro Antonio, in which you make your gifts?

You have made me almost lame!

I swear to you I did not do it!