Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Guiseppe.
When an adult asked Guiseppe what he wanted to be when he grew up, the little boy never knew what to say. No matter how hard he thought, he didn't know what to do with his ten fingers. One day, while Guiseppe was walking in the small forest next to his house, and as he was walking along a small stream, Guiseppe heard a loud crash! CRAAAAAC the sound of a tree trunk falling*!
"But what is this construction site?" the young man wondered. His curiosity piqued, he approached the water's edge and found himself face to face with a large family of beavers. All these little people were hard at work. They were teeming everywhere. A real anthill. They were cutting, gnawing, piling up, and nailing pieces of wood together. Guiseppe got as close as possible to this construction site, being very careful where he put his feet. His eyes widened when he realized that they were building... an entire village.
Bridges, small houses, and even a bakery. One of them even worked his piece of wood into a small sculpture that strangely resembled the little boy. Guiseppe, troubled, found this absolutely incredible. Moreover, when he returned home at mealtime, he was happy to tell the adults that he finally knew what to do with his ten fingers.
He wanted to work with wood. To become a sculptor like the little beaver in the woods next to the house.
