The knife become seven little forks, seven little knives, and seven little spoons. A mother saw the little cutlery and gave it to her daughter, who played with the new gift for a few days, until she broke some of the little forks, knives and spoons. And so she threw all the cutlery into a fire in the garden, where the dry leaves were burning. Meanwhile the spring wind blew.
The knife became a knife again, but he felt better now: he could open doors, sing songs, tell stories and many other things.
A child saw him among the ashes and cleaned him. The child didn't have anything, only that knife. He protected her from a bad guy, opened for her a heavy door and at night he told her stories.
Time went by and the knife taught the child to read and sing. And so the child grew up and became a young lady and then a woman. Now the old knife was dying and while he was exhaling his final breaths, he thought about his life and felt happy: he was born a cold knife and now he was dying as an older brother.
(supervisione inglese di Carla Dentamaro)