Having found a name for his puppet he began to work in good earnest, and
he first made his hair, then his forehead, and then his eyes.

The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment when he perceived that
they moved and looked fixedly at him.

Geppetto, seeing himself stared at by those two wooden eyes, said in an
angry voice:

"Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at me?"

No one answered.

He then proceeded to carve the nose, but no sooner had he made it than
it began to grow. And it grew, and grew, and grew, until in a few
minutes it had become an immense nose that seemed as if it would never
end.

Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off, but the more he cut
and shortened it, the longer did that impertinent nose become!

The mouth was not even completed when it began to laugh and deride him.

"Stop laughing!" said Geppetto, provoked; but he might as well have
spoken to the wall.

"Stop laughing, I say!" he roared in a threatening tone.

The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its tongue as far as it
would go.