The Shepherdess and the Chimney Sweep by Hans Christian Andersen

HAVE you ever seen an old wooden cabinet, quite worn black with age, and ornamented with all sorts of carved figures and flourishes?

Just such a one stood in a certain parlor. It was a legacy from the great-grandmother, and was covered from top to bottom with carved roses and tulips. The most curious flourishes were on it, too; and between them peered forth little stags' heads, with their zigzag antlers. On the door panel had been carved the entire figure of a man, a most ridiculous man to look at, for he grinned -- you could not call it smiling or laughing -- in the drollest way. Moreover, he had crooked legs, little horns upon his forehead, and a long beard.