Walt Disney's Pinocchio Story Book (rossz állapotú) [antikvár]

THE STORY OF PINOCCHIO ONE night long ago, the Evening Star shone down across the dark sky. Its beams formed a shimmering pathway to a tiny village, and painted its humble roofs with stardust. But the silent little town was deep in sleep. The only witness to its beauty was a tiny wayfarer who chanced to be passing through. His clothes were grey with dust. His worn shoes pinched his feet. His back ached from the weight of the carpet bag slung across his shoulder. To be sure it was only a small carpetbag; but this wayfarer had