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Title: Pinocchio
The Tale of a Puppet
Author: C. Collodi
Illustrator: Alice Carsey
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<h1>PINOCCHIO</h1>
<h2>THE TALE OF A PUPPET</h2>
<h2>By C COLLODI</h2>
<h3>Illustrated By<br />
ALICE CARSEY</h3>
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<tr><td align='right'>I</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">The Piece of Wood That Laughed and Cried Like a Child</a></span></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>II</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">Master Cherry Gives the Wood Away</a></span></td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>III</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">Geppetto Names His Puppet Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>IV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">The Talking-Cricket Scolds Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>23</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>V</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">The Flying Egg</a></span></td><td align='right'>26</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>VI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">Pinocchio's Feet Burn to Cinders</a></span></td><td align='right'>29</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>VII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">Geppetto Gives His Own Breakfast to Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>31</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>VIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">Geppetto Makes Pinocchio New Feet</a></span></td><td align='right'>35</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>IX</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">Pinocchio Goes To See a Puppet-Show</a></span></td><td align='right'>39</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>X</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">The Puppets Recognize Their Brother Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>42</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">Fire-Eater Sneezes and Pardons Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>45</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">Pinocchio Receives a Present of Five Gold Pieces</a></span></td><td align='right'>49</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">The Inn of the Red Craw-Fish</a></span></td><td align='right'>57</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XIV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">Pinocchio Falls Among Assassins</a></span></td><td align='right'>61</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">The Assassins Hang Pinocchio to the Big Oak</a></span></td><td align='right'>65</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XVI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">The Beautiful Child Rescues the Puppet</a></span></td><td align='right'>71</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XVII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">Pinocchio Will Not Take His Medicine</a></span></td><td align='right'>75</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XVIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">Pinocchio Again Meets the Fox and the Cat</a></span></td><td align='right'>81</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XIX</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">Pinocchio Is Robbed of His Money</a></span></td><td align='right'>87</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XX</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">Pinocchio Starts Back to the Fairy's House</a></span></td><td align='right'>91</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">Pinocchio Acts as Watch-dog</a></span></td><td align='right'>94</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">Pinocchio Discovers the Robbers</a></span></td><td align='right'>97</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">Pinocchio Flies to the Seashore</a></span></td><td align='right'>101</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXIV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">Pinocchio Finds the Fairy Again</a></span></td><td align='right'>109</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">Pinocchio Promises the Fairy To Be Good</a></span></td><td align='right'>116</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXVI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">The Terrible Dog-Fish</a></span></td><td align='right'>120</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXVII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">Pinocchio Is Arrested by the Gendarmes</a></span></td><td align='right'>126</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXVIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">Pinocchio Escapes Being Fried Like a Fish</a></span></td><td align='right'>133</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXIX</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">He Returns to the Fairy's House</a></span></td><td align='right'>139</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXX</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">The "Land of Boobies"</a></span></td><td align='right'>147</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">Pinocchio Enjoys Five Months of Happiness</a></span></td><td align='right'>153</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII">Pinocchio Turns Into a Donkey</a></span></td><td align='right'>160</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXIII</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII">Pinocchio Is Trained for the Circus</a></span></td><td align='right'>167</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXIV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV">Pinocchio Is Swallowed by the Dog-Fish</a></span></td><td align='right'>178</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXV</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV">A Happy Surprise for Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>186</td></tr>
<tr><td align='right'>XXXVI</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI">Pinocchio at Last Ceases to Be a Puppet and Becomes a Boy</a></span></td><td align='right'>194</td></tr>
</table></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3>LINE ILLUSTRATIONS</h3>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Line Illustrations">
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#hi-illus-001">Decorative Title Page</a></span></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-008">The Runaway Puppet</a></span></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-011">Geppetto Carried Off His Fine Piece Of Wood</a></span></td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-015">He Set to Work to Cut Out His Puppet</a></span></td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-017">A Little Chicken Popped Out</a></span></td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-022">Pinocchio Threw His Hammer at the Talking-Cricket</a></span></td><td align='right'>23</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-025"><i>Untitled</i></a></span></td><td align='right'>26</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-028">Poor Pinocchio's Feet Burn to Cinders</a></span></td><td align='right'>29</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-034">Geppetto Makes His Puppet Some Clothes</a></span></td><td align='right'>35</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-044">The Puppets Began to Dance Merrily</a></span></td><td align='right'>45</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-048">Pinocchio Meets the Cat and the Fox</a></span></td><td align='right'>49</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-051">Splash! Splash! They Fell Into the Ditch</a></span></td><td align='right'>52</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-057">Dinner at The Red Craw-Fish Inn</a></span></td><td align='right'>57</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-061">Pinocchio Escapes from his Assassins</a></span></td><td align='right'>61</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-065">They Hung Pinocchio to the Big Oak Tree</a></span></td><td align='right'>65</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-070">Four Rabbits as Black as Ink Entered</a></span></td><td align='right'>69</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-071">The Falcon Saves Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>71</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-075">Pinocchio Refuses to Take His Medicine</a></span></td><td align='right'>75</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-082">Treacherous Companions</a></span></td><td align='right'>81</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-088">The Judge Was a Big Ape</a></span></td><td align='right'>87</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-095">Pinocchio Gets His Foot Caught in a Trap</a></span></td><td align='right'>94</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-098">The New Watch-Dog</a></span></td><td align='right'>97</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-102">Pinocchio's Wild Ride on the Pigeon's Back</a></span></td><td align='right'>101</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-105">An Immense Serpent Stretched across the Road</a></span></td><td align='right'>104</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-110">Pinocchio Braves the Sea to Save His Father</a></span></td><td align='right'>109</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-117">"School Gives Me Pain All Over the Body"</a></span></td><td align='right'>116</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-121">Pinocchio Starts Off Happily for School</a></span></td><td align='right'>120</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-123">"Oh, I Am Sick of Being a Puppet!"</a></span></td><td align='right'>121</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-127">The Boys Threw Their Books at Poor Pinocchio</a></span></td><td align='right'>126</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-135">The Fisherman Put His Hand into the Net</a></span></td><td align='right'>133</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-141">The Dog Seizes Pinocchio and Escapes</a></span></td><td align='right'>139</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-149">"Here Is the Coach!" Shouted Candlewick</a></span></td><td align='right'>147</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-156">They Arrive in the "Land of the Boobies"</a></span></td><td align='right'>153</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-163">The Boys Are Turned into Donkeys</a></span></td><td align='right'>160</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-170">The Little Donkeys Are Sold</a></span></td><td align='right'>167</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-175">All His Friends Were Invited</a></span></td><td align='right'>172</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-181">The Puppet Was Wriggling Like an Eel</a></span></td><td align='right'>178</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-189">Swallowed by the Dog-Fish</a></span></td><td align='right'>186</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-193">It Would Be More Comfortable on the Tunny's Back</a></span></td><td align='right'>189</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap"><a href="#illus-197">The Blind Cat and the Tailless Fox</a></span></td><td align='right'>194</td></tr>
</table></div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><a name="illus-008" id="illus-008"></a></p>
<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-008.png" alt="The Runaway Puppet" title="The Runaway Puppet" />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h3>
<h2>THE PIECE OF WOOD THAT LAUGHED
AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD</h2>
<p>There was once upon a time a piece of wood in the
shop of an old carpenter named Master Antonio. Everybody,
however, called him Master Cherry, on account of the
end of his nose, which was always as red and polished as a
ripe cherry.</p>
<p>No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece of
wood than his face beamed with delight, and, rubbing his
hands together with satisfaction, he said softly to himself:</p>
<p>"This wood has come at the right moment; it will just
do to make the leg of a little table."</p>
<p>He immediately took a sharp axe with which to remove
the bark and the rough surface, but just as he was going
to give the first stroke he heard a very small voice say
imploringly, "Do not strike me so hard!"</p>
<p>He turned his terrified eyes all around the room to try
and discover where the little voice could possibly have come
from, but he saw nobody! He looked under the bench—nobody;
he looked into a cupboard that was always shut—nobody;
he looked into a basket of shavings and sawdust—nobody;
he even opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into
the street—and still nobody. Who, then, could it be?</p>
<p>"I see how it is," he said, laughing and scratching his
wig, "evidently that little voice was all my imagination. Let
us set to work again."</p>
<p>And, taking up the axe, he struck a tremendous blow on
the piece of wood.</p>
<p>"Oh! oh! you have hurt me!" cried the same little voice
dolefully.</p>
<p>This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes started
out of his head with fright, his mouth remained open, and
his tongue hung out almost to the end of his chin, like a
mask on a fountain. As soon as he had recovered the use
of his speech he began to say, stuttering and trembling
with fear:</p>
<p>"But where on earth can that little voice have come
from that said 'Oh! oh!'? Is it possible that this piece of
wood can have learned to cry and to lament like a child?
I cannot believe it. This piece of wood is nothing but a log
for fuel like all the others, and thrown on the fire it would
about suffice to boil a saucepan of beans. How then? Can
anyone be hidden inside it? If anyone is hidden inside, so
much the worse for him. I will settle him at once."</p>
<p>So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and commenced
beating it without mercy against the walls of the room.</p>
<p>Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little
voice lamenting. He waited two minutes—nothing; five minutes—nothing;
ten minutes—still nothing!</p>
<p>"I see how it is," he then said, forcing himself to laugh,
and pushing up his wig; "evidently the little voice that said
'Oh! oh!' was all my imagination! Let us set to work again."</p>
<p>Putting the axe aside, he took his plane, to plane and
polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it up and
down he heard the same little voice say, laughing:</p>
<p>"Stop! you are tickling me all over!"</p>
<p>This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had
been struck by lightning. When he at last opened his eyes
he found himself seated on the floor.</p>
<p>His face was changed, even the end of his nose, instead
of being crimson, as it was nearly always, had become blue
from fright.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><a name="illus-011" id="illus-011"></a></p>
<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-011.png"
alt="Geppetto Carried Off His Fine Piece of Wood" title="Geppetto Carried Off His Fine Piece of Wood" />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h3>
<h2>MASTER CHERRY GIVES THE WOOD AWAY</h2>
<p>At that moment some one knocked at the door.</p>
<p>"Come in," said the carpenter, without having the
strength to rise to his feet.</p>
<p>A lively little old man immediately walked into the shop.
His name was Geppetto, but when the boys of the neighborhood
wished to make him angry they called him Pudding,
because his yellow wig greatly resembled a pudding made of
Indian corn.</p>
<p>Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called him
Pudding! He became furious and there was no holding him.</p>
<p>"Good-day, Master Antonio," said Geppetto; "what are
you doing there on the floor?"</p>
<p>"I am teaching the alphabet to the ants."</p>
<p>"Much good may that do you."</p>
<p>"What has brought you to me, neighbor Geppetto?"</p>
<p>"My legs. But to tell the truth. Master Antonio, I came
to ask a favor of you."</p>
<p>"Here I am, ready to serve you," replied the carpenter,
getting on his knees.</p>
<p>"This morning an idea came into my head."</p>
<p>"Let us hear it."</p>
<p>"I thought I would make a beautiful wooden puppet;
one that could dance, fence, and leap like an acrobat. With
this puppet I would travel about the world to earn a piece
of bread and a glass of wine. What do you think of it?"</p>
<p>"Bravo, Pudding!" exclaimed the same little voice, and
it was impossible to say where it came from.</p>
<p>Hearing himself called Pudding, Geppetto became as red
as a turkey-cock from rage and, turning to the carpenter, he
said in a fury:</p>
<p>"Why do you insult me?"</p>
<p>"Who insults you?"</p>
<p>"You called me Pudding!"</p>
<p>"It was not I!"</p>
<p>"Do you think I called myself Pudding? It was you,
I say!"</p>
<p>"No!"</p>
<p>"Yes!"</p>
<p>"No!"</p>
<p>"Yes!"</p>
<p>And, becoming more and more angry, from words they
came to blows, and, flying at each other, they bit and fought,
and scratched.</p>
<p>When the fight was over Master Antonio was in possession
of Geppetto's yellow wig, and Geppetto discovered that
the grey wig belonging to the carpenter remained between
his teeth.</p>
<p>"Give me back my wig," screamed Master Antonio.</p>
<p>"And you, return me mine, and let us be friends again."</p>
<p>The two old men having each recovered his own wig,
shook hands and swore that they would remain friends to the
end of their lives.</p>
<p>"Well, then, neighbor Geppetto," said the carpenter, to
prove that peace was made, "what is the favor that you wish
of me?"</p>
<p>"I want a little wood to make my puppet; will you give
me some?"</p>
<p>Master Antonio was delighted, and he immediately went
to the bench and fetched the piece of wood that had caused
him so much fear. But just as he was going to give it to
his friend the piece of wood gave a shake and, wriggling
violently out of his hands, struck with all of its force against
the dried-up shins of poor Geppetto.</p>
<p>"Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make your
presents, Master Antonio? You have almost lamed me!"</p>
<p>"I swear to you that it was not I!"</p>
<p>"Then you would have it that it was I?"</p>
<p>"The wood is entirely to blame!"</p>
<p>"I know that it was the wood; but it was you that hit
my legs with it!"</p>
<p>"I did not hit you with it!"</p>
<p>"Liar!"</p>
<p>"Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you Pudding!"</p>
<p>"Knave!"</p>
<p>"Pudding!"</p>
<p>"Donkey!"</p>
<p>"Pudding!"</p>
<p>"Baboon!"</p>
<p>"Pudding!"</p>
<p>On hearing himself called Pudding for the third time
Geppetto, mad with rage, fell upon the carpenter and they
fought desperately.</p>
<p>When the battle was over, Master Antonio had two more
scratches on his nose, and his adversary had lost two buttons
off his waistcoat. Their accounts being thus squared, they
shook hands and swore to remain good friends for the rest
of their lives.</p>
<p>Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and, thanking
Master Antonio, returned limping to his house.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><a name="illus-015" id="illus-015"></a></p>
<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-015.png" alt="He Set to Work to Cut Out His Puppet" title="He Set to Work to Cut Out His Puppet" />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h3>
<h2>GEPPETTO NAMES HIS PUPPET PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>Geppetto lived in a small ground-floor room that was
only lighted from the staircase. The furniture could not
have been simpler—a rickety chair, a poor bed, and a broken-down
table. At the end of the room there was a fireplace
with a lighted fire; but the fire was painted, and by the fire
was a painted saucepan that was boiling cheerfully and sending
out a cloud of smoke that looked exactly like real smoke.</p>
<p>As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his tools and
set to work to cut out and model his puppet.</p>
<p>"What name shall I give him?" he said to himself; "I
think I will call him Pinocchio. It is a name that will bring
him luck. I once knew a whole family so called. There was
Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi the
children, and all of them did well. The richest of them was
a beggar."</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="A Little Chicken Popped Out">
<tr><td align='center'><big><b>A Little Chicken Popped Out,<br />
Very Gay and Polite</b></big></td>
<td align='center'><a name="illus-017" id="illus-017"></a>
<img src="images/illus-017.png"
alt="A Little Chicken Popped Out" title="A Little Chicken Popped Out" /></td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment when
he perceived that they moved and looked fixedly at him.</p>
<p>Geppetto, seeing himself stared at by those two wooden
eyes, said in an angry voice:</p>
<p>"Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at me?"</p>
<p>No one answered.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off, but
the more he cut and shortened it, the longer did that impertinent
nose become!</p>
<p>The mouth was not even completed when it began to laugh
and deride him.</p>
<p>"Stop laughing!" said Geppetto, provoked; but he might
as well have spoken to the wall.</p>
<p>"Stop laughing, I say!" he roared in a threatening tone.</p>
<p>The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its tongue
as far as it would go.</p>
<p>Geppetto, not to spoil his handiwork, pretended not to
see and continued his labors. After the mouth he fashioned
the chin, then the throat, then the shoulders, the stomach,
the arms and the hands.</p>
<p>The hands were scarcely finished when Geppetto felt his
wig snatched from his head. He turned round, and what
did he see? He saw his yellow wig in the puppet's hand.</p>
<p>"Pinocchio! Give me back my wig instantly!"</p>
<p>But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it on his own
head and was in consequence nearly smothered.</p>
<p>Geppetto at this insolent and derisive behavior felt sadder
and more melancholy than he had ever been in his life before;
and, turning to Pinocchio, he said to him:</p>
<p>"You young rascal! You are not yet completed and you
are already beginning to show want of respect to your father!
That is bad, my boy, very bad!"</p>
<p>And he dried a tear.</p>
<p>The legs and the feet remained to be done.</p>
<p>When Geppetto had finished the feet he received a kick
on the point of his nose.</p>
<p>"I deserve it!" he said to himself; "I should have thought
of it sooner! Now it is too late!"</p>
<p>He then took the puppet under the arms and placed
him on the floor to teach him to walk.</p>
<p>Pinocchio's legs were stiff and he could not move, but
Geppetto led him by the hand and showed him how to put
one foot before the other.</p>
<p>When his legs became limber Pinocchio began to walk
by himself and to run about the room, until, having gone out
of the house door, he jumped into the street and escaped.</p>
<p>Poor Geppetto rushed after him but was not able to overtake
him, for that rascal Pinocchio leaped in front of him
like a hare and knocking his wooden feet together against the
pavement made as much clatter as twenty pairs of peasants'
clogs.</p>
<p>"Stop him! stop him!" shouted Geppetto; but the people
in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running like a race-horse,
stood still in astonishment to look at it, and laughed
and laughed.</p>
<p>At last, as good luck would have it, a soldier arrived who,
hearing the uproar, imagined that a colt had escaped from
his master. Planting himself courageously with his legs apart
in the middle of the road, he waited with the determined purpose
of stopping him and thus preventing the chance of worse
disasters.</p>
<p>When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw the soldier
barricading the whole street, he endeavored to take him by
surprise and to pass between his legs. But he failed entirely.</p>
<p>The soldier without disturbing himself in the least caught
him cleverly by the nose and gave him to Geppetto. Wishing
to punish him, Geppetto intended to pull his ears at once.
But imagine his feelings when he could not succeed in finding
them. And do you know the reason? In his hurry to model
him he had forgotten to make any ears.</p>
<p>He then took him by the collar and as he was leading
him away he said to him, shaking his head threateningly:</p>
<p>"We will go home at once, and as soon as we arrive
we will settle our accounts, never doubt it."</p>
<p>At this information Pinocchio threw himself on the ground
and would not take another step. In the meanwhile a crowd
of idlers and inquisitive people began to assemble and to make
a ring around them.</p>
<p>Some of them said one thing, some another.</p>
<p>"Poor puppet!" said several, "he is right not to wish
to return home! Who knows how Geppetto, that bad old
man, will beat him!"</p>
<p>And the others added maliciously:</p>
<p>"Geppetto seems a good man! but with boys he is a
regular tyrant! If that poor puppet is left in his hands he
is quite capable of tearing him in pieces!"</p>
<p>It ended in so much being said and done that the soldier
at last set Pinocchio at liberty and led Geppetto to prison.
The poor man, not being ready with words to defend himself,
cried like a calf and as he was being led away to prison
sobbed out:</p>
<p>"Wretched boy! And to think how I labored to make
him a well-conducted puppet! But it serves me right! I should
have thought of it sooner!"</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><a name="illus-022" id="illus-022"></a></p>
<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-022.png"
alt="Pinocchio Threw His Hammer at the Talking-Cricket" title="Pinocchio Threw His Hammer at the Talking-Cricket" />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h3>
<h2>THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>While poor Geppetto was being taken to prison for no
fault of his, that imp Pinocchio, finding himself free
from the clutches of the soldier, ran off as fast as his legs
could carry him. That he might reach home the quicker he
rushed across the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped
high banks, thorn hedges and ditches full of water.</p>
<p>Arriving at the house he found the street door ajar. He
pushed it open, went in, and having fastened the latch, threw
himself on the floor and gave a great sigh of satisfaction.</p>
<p>But soon he heard some one in the room who was saying:</p>
<p>"Cri-cri-cri!"</p>
<p>"Who calls me?" said Pinocchio in a fright.</p>
<p>"It is I!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawling
slowly up the wall.</p>
<p>"Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?"</p>
<p>"I am the Talking-Cricket, and I have lived in this room
a hundred years or more."</p>
<p>"Now, however, this room is mine," said the puppet, "and
if you would do me a pleasure go away at once, without even
turning round."</p>
<p>"I will not go," answered the Cricket, "until I have told
you a great truth."</p>
<p>"Tell it me, then, and be quick about it."</p>
<p>"Woe to those boys who rebel against their parents and
run away from home. They will never come to any good
in the world, and sooner or later they will repent bitterly."</p>
<p>"Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as long as you
please. For me, I have made up my mind to run away
tomorrow at daybreak, because if I remain I shall not escape
the fate of all other boys; I shall be sent to school and shall
be made to study either by love or by force. To tell you in
confidence, I have no wish to learn; it is much more amusing
to run after butterflies, or to climb trees and to take the young
birds out of their nests."</p>
<p>"Poor little goose! But do you not know that in that
way you will grow up a perfect donkey, and that every one
will make fun of you?"</p>
<p>"Hold your tongue, you wicked, ill-omened croaker!"
shouted Pinocchio.</p>
<p>But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical, instead
of becoming angry at this impertinence, continued in
the same tone:</p>
<p>"But if you do not wish to go to school why not at least
learn a trade, if only to enable you to earn honestly a piece
of bread!"</p>
<p>"Do you want me to tell you?" replied Pinocchio, who
was beginning to lose patience. "Amongst all the trades in
the world there is only one that really takes my fancy."</p>
<p>"And that trade—what is it?"</p>
<p>"It is to eat, drink, sleep and amuse myself, and to lead
a vagabond life from morning to night."</p>
<p>"As a rule," said the Talking-Cricket, "all those who follow
that trade end almost always either in a hospital or in
prison."</p>
<p>"Take care, you wicked, ill-omened croaker! Woe to you
if I fly into a passion!"</p>
<p>"Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you!"</p>
<p>"Why do you pity me?"</p>
<p>"Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, because
you have a wooden head."</p>
<p>At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a rage and,
snatching a wooden hammer from the bench, he threw it at
the Talking-Cricket.</p>
<p>Perhaps he never meant to hit him, but unfortunately it
struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had
scarcely breath to cry "Cri-cri-cri!" and then he remained
dried up and flattened against the wall.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h3>
<h2>THE FLYING EGG</h2>
<p>Night was coming on and Pinocchio, remembering that
he had eaten nothing all day, began to feel a gnawing
in his stomach that very much resembled appetite.</p>
<p>After a few minutes his appetite had become hunger
and in no time his hunger became ravenous.</p>
<p>Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fireplace, where a saucepan
was boiling, and was going to take off the lid to see
what was in it, but the saucepan was only painted on the
wall. You can imagine his feelings. His nose, which was
already long, became longer by at least three inches.</p>
<p>He then began to run about the room, searching in the
drawers and in every imaginable place, in hopes of finding a
bit of bread. If it was only a bit of dry bread, a crust, a
bone left by a dog, a little moldy pudding of Indian corn,
a fish bone, a cherry stone—in fact, anything that he could
gnaw. But he could find nothing, nothing at all, absolutely
nothing.</p>
<p>And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew. Poor
Pinocchio had no other relief than yawning, and his yawns
were so tremendous that sometimes his mouth almost reached
his ears. And after he had yawned he spluttered and felt
as if he were going to faint.</p>
<p>Then he began to cry desperately, and he said:</p>
<p>"The Talking-Cricket was right. I did wrong to rebel
against my papa and to run away from home. If my papa
were here I should not now be dying of yawning! Oh! what
a dreadful illness hunger is!"</p>
<p>Just then he thought he saw something in the dust-heap—something
round and white that looked like a hen's egg. To
give a spring and seize hold of it was the affair of a moment.
It was indeed an egg.</p>
<p>Pinocchio's joy was beyond description. Almost believing
it must be a dream he kept turning the egg over in his hands,
feeling it and kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:</p>
<p>"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an omelet?
No, it would be better to cook it in a saucer! Or would it
not be more savory to fry it in the frying-pan? Or shall I
simply boil it? No, the quickest way of all is to cook it in
a saucer: I am in such a hurry to eat it!"</p>
<p>Without loss of time he placed an earthenware saucer on
a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the saucer instead of
oil or butter he poured a little water; and when the water
began to smoke, tac! he broke the egg-shell over it and let
the contents drop in. But, instead of the white and the yolk
a little chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a
beautiful courtesy it said to him:</p>
<p>"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving me the
trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again.
Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!"</p>
<p>Thus saying, it spread its wings, darted through the open
window and, flying away, was lost to sight.</p>
<p>The poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched, with
his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell in his hand.
Recovering, however, from his first stupefaction, he began to
cry and scream, and to stamp his feet on the floor in desperation,
and amidst his sobs he said:</p>
<p>"Ah, indeed, the Talking-Cricket was right. If I had not
run away from home, and if my papa were here, I should
not now be dying of hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness
hunger is!"</p>
<p>And, as his stomach cried out more than ever and he did
not know how to quiet it, he thought he would leave the house
and make an excursion in the neighborhood in hopes of finding
some charitable person who would give him a piece of bread.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS</h2>
<p>It was a wild and stormy night. The thunder was tremendous
and the lightning so vivid that the sky seemed
on fire.</p>
<p>Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger was
stronger than fear. He therefore closed the house door and
made a rush for the village, which he reached in a hundred
bounds, with his tongue hanging out and panting for breath
like a dog after game.</p>
<p>But he found it all dark and deserted. The shops were
closed, the windows shut, and there was not so much as a
dog in the street. It seemed the land of the dead.</p>
<p>Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, took hold
of the bell of a house and began to ring it with all his might,
saying to himself:</p>
<p>"That will bring somebody."</p>
<p>And so it did. A little old man appeared at a window
with a night-cap on his head and called to him angrily:</p>
<p>"What do you want at such an hour?"</p>
<p>"Would you be kind enough to give me a little bread?"</p>
<p>"Wait there, I will be back directly," said the little old
man, thinking it was one of those rascally boys who amuse
themselves at night by ringing the house-bells to rouse respectable
people who are sleeping quietly.</p>
<p>After half a minute the window was again opened and the
voice of the same little old man shouted to Pinocchio:</p>
<p>"Come underneath and hold out your cap."</p>
<p>Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but, just as he held it out,
an enormous basin of water was poured down on him, soaking
him from head to foot as if he had been a pot of dried-up
geraniums.</p>
<p>He returned home like a wet chicken, quite exhausted
with fatigue and hunger; and, having no longer strength to
stand, he sat down and rested his damp and muddy feet on
a brazier full of burning embers.</p>
<p>And then he fell asleep, and whilst he slept his feet, which
were wooden, took fire, and little by little they burnt away
and became cinders.</p>
<p>Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as if his feet
belonged to some one else. At last about daybreak he awoke
because some one was knocking at the door.</p>
<p>"Who is there?" he asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.</p>
<p>"It is I!" answered a voice.</p>
<p>And Pinocchio recognized Geppetto's voice.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h3>
<h2>GEPPETTO GIVES HIS OWN BREAKFAST
TO PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>Poor Pinocchio, whose eyes were still half shut from sleep,
had not as yet discovered that his feet were burnt off.
The moment, therefore, that he heard his father's voice he
slipped off his stool to run and open the door; but, after
stumbling two or three times, he fell his whole length on
the floor.</p>
<p>And the noise he made in falling was as if a sack of
wooden ladles had been thrown from a fifth story.</p>
<p>"Open the door!" shouted Geppetto from the street.</p>
<p>"Dear papa, I cannot," answered the puppet, crying
and rolling about on the ground.</p>
<p>"Why can't you?"</p>
<p>"Because my feet have been eaten."</p>
<p>"And who has eaten your feet?"</p>
<p>"The cat," said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who was amusing
herself by making some shavings dance with her forepaws.</p>
<p>"Open the door, I tell you!" repeated Geppetto. "If
you don't, when I get into the house you shall have the cat
from me!"</p>
<p>"I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me! poor me!
I shall have to walk on my knees for the rest of my life!"</p>
<p>Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation was only
another of the puppet's tricks, thought of a means of putting
an end to it, and, climbing up the wall, he got in at the window.</p>
<p>He was very angry and at first he did nothing but scold;
but when he saw his Pinocchio lying on the ground and really
without feet he was quite overcome. He took him in his arms
and began to kiss and caress him, and to say a thousand
endearing things to him, and as the big tears ran down his
cheeks he said, sobbing:</p>
<p>"My little Pinocchio! how did you manage to burn your
feet?"</p>
<p>"I don't know, papa, but it has been such a dreadful night
that I shall remember it as long as I live. It thundered
and lightened, and I was very hungry, and then the Talking-Cricket
said to me: 'It serves you right; you have been
wicked and you deserve it,' and I said to him: 'Take care,
Cricket!' and he said: 'You are a puppet and you have a
wooden head,' and I threw the handle of a hammer at him,
and he died, but the fault was his, for I didn't wish to kill
him, and the proof of it is that I put an earthenware saucer
on a brazier of burning embers, but a chicken flew out and
said: 'Adieu until we meet again, and many compliments to
all at home': and I got still more hungry, for which reason
that little old man in a night-cap, opening the window, said
to me: 'Come underneath and hold out your hat,' and poured
a basinful of water on my head, because asking for a little
bread isn't a disgrace, is it? and I returned home at once, and
because I was always very hungry I put my feet on the
brazier to dry them, and then you returned, and I found they
were burnt off, and I am always hungry, but I have no longer
any feet! Oh! oh! oh! oh!" And poor Pinocchio began to
cry and to roar so loudly that he was heard five miles off.</p>
<p>Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account had only
understood one thing, which was that the puppet was dying
of hunger, drew from his pocket three pears and, giving them
to him, said:</p>
<p>"These three pears were intended for my breakfast, but
I will give them to you willingly. Eat them, and I hope
they will do you good."</p>
<p>"If you wish me to eat them, be kind enough to peel
them for me."</p>
<p>"Peel them?" said Geppetto, astonished. "I should never
have thought, my boy, that you were so dainty and fastidious.
That is bad! In this world we should accustom ourselves
from childhood to like and to eat everything, for there is no
saying to what we may be brought. There are so many
chances!"</p>
<p>"You are no doubt right," interrupted Pinocchio, "but I
will never eat fruit that has not been peeled. I cannot bear
rind."</p>
<p>So good Geppetto peeled the three pears and put the rind
on a corner of the table.</p>
<p>Having eaten the first pear in two mouthfuls, Pinocchio
was about to throw away the core, but Geppetto caught hold
of his arm and said to him:</p>
<p>"Do not throw it away; in this world everything may
be of use."</p>
<p>"But core I am determined I will not eat," shouted the
puppet, turning upon him like a viper.</p>
<p>"Who knows! there are so many chances!" repeated Geppetto,
without losing his temper.</p>
<p>And so the three cores, instead of being thrown out of
the window, were placed on the corner of the table, together
with the three rinds.</p>
<p>Having eaten, or rather having devoured the three pears,
Pinocchio yawned tremendously, and then said in a fretful tone:</p>
<p>"I am as hungry as ever!"</p>
<p>"But, my boy, I have nothing more to give you!"</p>
<p>"Nothing, really nothing?"</p>
<p>"I have only the rind and the cores of the three pears."</p>
<p>"One must have patience!" said Pinocchio; "if there is
nothing else I will eat a rind."</p>
<p>And he began to chew it. At first he made a wry face,
but then one after another he quickly disposed of the rinds:
and after the rinds even the cores, and when he had eaten
up everything he clapped his hands on his sides in his satisfaction
and said joyfully:</p>
<p>"Ah! now I feel comfortable."</p>
<p>"You see, now," observed Geppetto, "that I was right
when I said to you that it did not do to accustom ourselves
to be too particular or too dainty in our tastes. We can
never know, my dear boy, what may happen to us. There
are so many chances!"</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h3>
<h2>GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET</h2>
<p>No sooner had the puppet satisfied his hunger than he began
to cry and to grumble because he wanted a pair of
new feet.</p>
<p>But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness, allowed
him to cry and to despair for half the day. He then said
to him:</p>
<p>"Why should I make you new feet? To enable you,
perhaps, to escape again from home?"</p>
<p>"I promise you," said the puppet, sobbing, "that for the
future I will be good."</p>
<p>"All boys," replied Geppetto, "when they are bent upon
obtaining something, say the same thing."</p>
<p>"I promise you that I will go to school and that I will
study and bring home a good report."</p>
<p>"All boys, when they are bent on obtaining something,
repeat the same story."</p>
<p>"But I am not like other boys! I am better than all of
them and I always speak the truth. I promise you, papa,
that I will learn a trade and that I will be the consolation
and the staff of your old age."</p>
<p>Geppetto's eyes filled with tears and his heart was sad at
seeing his poor Pinocchio in such a pitiable state. He did
not say another word, but, taking his tools and two small
pieces of well-seasoned wood, he set to work with great diligence.</p>
<p>In less than an hour the feet were finished: two little
feet—swift, well-knit and nervous. They might have been
modelled by an artist of genius.</p>
<p>Geppetto then said to the puppet:</p>
<p>"Shut your eyes and go to sleep!"</p>
<p>And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.</p>
<p>And whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, with a little
glue which he had melted in an egg-shell, fastened his feet
in their place, and it was so well done that not even a trace
could be seen of where they were joined.</p>
<p>No sooner had the puppet discovered that he had feet
than he jumped down from the table on which he was lying
and began to spring and to cut a thousand capers about the
room, as if he had gone mad with the greatness of his delight.</p>
<p>"To reward you for what you have done for me," said
Pinocchio to his father, "I will go to school at once."</p>
<p>"Good boy."</p>
<p>"But to go to school I shall want some clothes."</p>
<p>Geppetto, who was poor and who had not so much as a
penny in his pocket, then made him a little dress of flowered
paper, a pair of shoes from the bark of a tree, and a cap
of the crumb of bread.</p>
<p>Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself in a crock
of water, and he was so pleased with his appearance that he
said, strutting about like a peacock:</p>
<p>"I look quite like a gentleman!"</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed," answered Geppetto, "for bear in mind
that it is not fine clothes that make the gentleman, but rather
clean clothes."</p>
<p>"By the bye," added the puppet, "to go to school I am
still in want—indeed, I am without the best thing, and the
most important."</p>
<p>"And what is it?"</p>
<p>"I have no spelling-book."</p>
<p>"You are right: but what shall we do to get one?"</p>
<p>"It is quite easy. We have only to go to the bookseller's
and buy it."</p>
<p>"And the money?"</p>
<p>"I have got none."</p>
<p>"Neither have I," added the good old man, very sadly.</p>
<p>And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy, became
sad also, because poverty, when it is real poverty, is
understood by everybody—even by boys.</p>
<p>"Well, patience!" exclaimed Geppetto, all at once rising
to his feet, and putting on his old corduroy coat, all patched
and darned, he ran out of the house.</p>
<p>He returned shortly, holding in his hand a spelling-book
for Pinocchio, but the old coat was gone. The poor man was
in his shirt-sleeves and out of doors it was snowing.</p>
<p>"And the coat, papa?"</p>
<p>"I have sold it."</p>
<p>"Why did you sell it?"</p>
<p>"Because I found it too hot."</p>
<p>Pinocchio understood this answer in an instant, and unable
to restrain the impulse of his good heart he sprang up and,
throwing his arms around Geppetto's neck, he began kissing
him again and again.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE A PUPPET-SHOW</h2>
<p>As soon as it stopped snowing Pinocchio set out for school
with his fine spelling-book under his arm. As he went
along he began to imagine a thousand things in his little brain
and to build a thousand castles in the air, one more beautiful
than the other.</p>
<p>And, talking to himself, he said:</p>
<p>"Today at school I will learn to read at once; then tomorrow
I will begin to write, and the day after tomorrow
to figure. Then, with my acquirements, I will earn a great
deal of money, and with the first money I have in my pocket
I will immediately buy for my papa a beautiful new cloth
coat. But what am I saying? Cloth, indeed! It shall be
all made of gold and silver, and it shall have diamond buttons.
That poor man really deserves it, for to buy me books and
have me taught he has remained in his shirt-sleeves. And in
this cold! It is only fathers who are capable of such sacrifices!"</p>
<p>Whilst he was saying this with great emotion, he thought
that he heard music in the distance that sounded like fifes
and the beating of a big drum: Fi-fie-fi, fi-fi-fi; zum, zum, zum.</p>
<p>He stopped and listened. The sounds came from the end
of a cross street that led to a little village on the seashore.</p>
<p>"What can that music be? What a pity that I have to
go to school, or else—"</p>
<p>And he remained irresolute. It was, however, necessary
to come to a decision. Should he go to school? or should he
go after the fifes?</p>
<p>"Today I will go and hear the fifes, and tomorrow I
will go to school," finally decided the young scapegrace, shrugging
his shoulders.</p>
<p>The more he ran the nearer came the sounds of the
fifes and the beating of the big drum: Fi-fi-fi; zum, zum,
zum, zum.</p>
<p>At last he found himself in the middle of a square quite
full of people, who were all crowded round a building made
of wood and canvas, and painted a thousand colors.</p>
<p>"What is that building?" asked Pinocchio, turning to a
little boy who belonged to the place.</p>
<p>"Read the placard—it is all written—and then you will
know."</p>
<p>"I would read it willingly, but it so happens that today
I don't know how to read."</p>
<p>"Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you. The writing
on that placard in those letters red as fire is:</p>
<p class="placard">"<span class="smcap">The Great Puppet Theater</span>."</p>
<p>"Has the play begun long?"</p>
<p>"It is beginning now."</p>
<p>"How much does it cost to go in?"</p>
<p>"A dime."</p>
<p>Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, lost all control
of himself, and without any shame he said to the little boy
to whom he was talking:</p>
<p>"Would you lend me a dime until tomorrow?"</p>
<p>"I would lend it to you willingly," said the other, "but
it so happens that today I cannot give it to you."</p>
<p>"I will sell you my jacket for a dime," the puppet then
said to him.</p>
<p>"What do you think that I could do with a jacket of
flowered paper? If there were rain and it got wet, it would
be impossible to get it off my back."</p>
<p>"Will you buy my shoes?"</p>
<p>"They would only be of use to light the fire."</p>
<p>"How much will you give me for my cap?"</p>
<p>"That would be a wonderful acquisition indeed! A cap
of bread crumb! There would be a risk of the mice coming
to eat it whilst it was on my head."</p>
<p>Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the point of making
another offer, but he had not the courage. He hesitated, felt
irresolute and remorseful. At last he said:</p>
<p>"Will you give me a dime for this new spelling-book?"</p>
<p>"I am a boy and I don't buy from boys," replied his little
interlocutor, who had much more sense than he had.</p>
<p>"I will buy the spelling-book for a dime," called out a
hawker of old clothes, who had been listening to the conversation.</p>
<p>And the book was sold there and then. And to think
that poor Geppetto had remained at home trembling with cold
in his shirt-sleeves in order that his son should have a spelling-book.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h3>
<h2>THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>When Pinocchio came into the little puppet theater, an
incident occurred that almost produced a revolution.</p>
<p>The curtain had gone up and the play had already begun.</p>
<p>On the stage Harlequin and Punch were as usual quarrelling
with each other and threatening every moment to come
to blows.</p>
<p>All at once Harlequin stopped short and, turning to the
public, he pointed with his hand to some one far down in
the pit and exclaimed in a dramatic tone:</p>
<p>"Gods of the firmament! Do I dream or am I awake?
But surely that is Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>"It is indeed Pinocchio!" cried Punch.</p>
<p>"It is indeed himself!" screamed Miss Rose, peeping from
behind the scenes.</p>
<p>"It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio!" shouted all the puppets
in chorus, leaping from all sides on to the stage. "It is
Pinocchio! It is our brother Pinocchio! Long live Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>"Pinocchio, come up here to me," cried Harlequin, "and
throw yourself into the arms of your wooden brothers!"</p>
<p>At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio made a leap from
the end of the pit into the reserved seats; another leap landed
him on the head of the leader of the orchestra, and he then
sprang upon the stage.</p>
<p>The embraces, the friendly pinches, and the demonstrations
of warm brotherly affection that Pinocchio received from
the excited crowd of actors and actresses of the puppet dramatic
company are beyond description.</p>
<p>The sight was doubtless a moving one, but the public in
the pit, finding that the play was stopped, became impatient
and began to shout: "We will have the play—go on with
the play!"</p>
<p>It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, instead of
continuing the recital, redoubled their noise and outcries, and,
putting Pinocchio on their shoulders, they carried him in triumph
before the footlights.</p>
<p>At that moment out came the showman. He was very
big, and so ugly that the sight of him was enough to frighten
anyone. His beard was as black as ink, and so long that it
reached from his chin to the ground. I need only say that
he trod upon it when he walked. His mouth was as big as
an oven, and his eyes were like two lanterns of red glass with
lights burning inside them. He carried a large whip made of
snakes and foxes' tails twisted together, which he cracked
constantly.</p>
<p>At his unexpected appearance there was a profound silence:
no one dared to breathe. A fly might have been heard in the
stillness. The poor puppets of both sexes trembled like so
many leaves.</p>
<p>"Why have you come to raise a disturbance in my theater?"
asked the showman of Pinocchio, in the gruff voice of a hobgoblin
suffering from a severe cold in the head.</p>
<p>"Believe me, honored sir, it was not my fault!"</p>
<p>"That is enough! Tonight we will settle our accounts."</p>
<p>As soon as the play was over the showman went into the
kitchen, where a fine sheep, preparing for his supper, was turning
slowly on the spit in front of the fire. As there was not
enough wood to finish roasting and browning it, he called
Harlequin and Punch, and said to them:</p>
<p>"Bring that puppet here: you will find him hanging on
a nail. It seems to me that he is made of very dry wood and
I am sure that if he were thrown on the fire he would make
a beautiful blaze for the roast."</p>
<p>At first Harlequin and Punch hesitated; but, appalled by
a severe glance from their master, they obeyed. In a short
time they returned to the kitchen carrying poor Pinocchio, who
was wriggling like an eel taken out of water and screaming
desperately: "Papa! papa! save me! I will not die, I will
not die!"</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-044.png"
alt="The Puppets Began to Dance Merrily" title="The Puppets Began to Dance Merrily" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h3>
<h2>FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>The showman, Fire-Eater—for that was his name—looked
like a wicked man, especially with his black beard that
covered his chest and legs like an apron. On the whole, however,
he had not a bad heart. In proof of this, when he saw
poor Pinocchio brought before him, struggling and screaming
"I will not die, I will not die!" he was quite moved and felt
very sorry for him. He tried to hold out, but after a little
he could stand it no longer and he sneezed violently. When
he heard the sneeze, Harlequin, who up to that moment had
been in the deepest affliction and bowed down like a weeping
willow, became quite cheerful and, leaning towards Pinocchio,
he whispered to him softly:</p>
<p>"Good news, brother. The showman has sneezed and that
is a sign that he pities you, and consequently you are saved."</p>
<p>Most men, when they feel compassion for somebody, either
weep or at least pretend to dry their eyes. Fire-Eater, on
the contrary, whenever he was really overcome, had the habit
of sneezing.</p>
<p>After he had sneezed, the showman, still acting the ruffian,
shouted to Pinocchio:</p>
<p>"Have done crying! Your lamentations have given me
a pain in my stomach. I feel a spasm that almost—Etchoo!
etchoo!" and he sneezed again twice.</p>
<p>"Bless you!" said Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Thank you! And your papa and your mamma, are they
still alive?" asked Fire-Eater.</p>
<p>"Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known."</p>
<p>"Who can say what a sorrow it would be for your poor
old father if I were to have you thrown amongst those burning
coals! Poor old man! I pity him! Etchoo! etchoo!
etchoo!" and he sneezed again three times.</p>
<p>"Bless you" said Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Thank you! All the same, some compassion is due to
me, for as you see I have no more wood with which to finish
roasting my mutton, and, to tell you the truth, under the circumstances
you would have been of great use to me! However,
I have had pity on you, so I must have patience. Instead
of you I will burn under the spit one of the puppets belonging
to my company. Ho there, gendarmes!"</p>
<p>At this call two wooden gendarmes immediately appeared.
They were very long and very thin, and had on cocked hats,
and held unsheathed swords in their hands.</p>
<p>The showman said to them in a hoarse voice:</p>
<p>"Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then throw him
on the fire to burn. I am determined that my mutton shall
be well roasted."</p>
<p>Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His terror was so
great that his legs bent under him, and he fell with his face
on the ground.</p>
<p>At this agonizing sight Pinocchio, weeping bitterly, threw
himself at the showman's feet and, bathing his long beard with
his tears, he began to say, in a supplicating voice:</p>
<p>"Have pity, Sir Fire-Eater!"</p>
<p>"Here there are no sirs," the showman answered severely.</p>
<p>"Have pity, Sir Knight!"</p>
<p>"Here there are no knights!"</p>
<p>"Have pity, Commander!"</p>
<p>"Here there are no commanders!"</p>
<p>"Have pity, Excellence!"</p>
<p>Upon hearing himself called Excellence the showman
began to smile and became at once kinder and more tractable.
Turning to Pinocchio, he asked:</p>
<p>"Well, what do you want from me?"</p>
<p>"I implore you to pardon poor Harlequin."</p>
<p>"For him there can be no pardon. As I have spared you
he must be put on the fire, for I am determined that my
mutton shall be well roasted."</p>
<p>"In that case," cried Pinocchio proudly, rising and throwing
away his cap of bread crumb—"in that case I know my
duty. Come on, gendarmes! Bind me and throw me amongst
the flames. No, it is not just that poor Harlequin, my true
friend, should die for me!"</p>
<p>These words, pronounced in a loud, heroic voice, made all
the puppets who were present cry. Even the gendarmes,
although they were made of wood, wept like two newly born
lambs.</p>
<p>Fire-Eater at first remained as hard and unmoved as ice,
but little by little he began to melt and to sneeze. And,
having sneezed four or five times, he opened his arms affectionately
and said to Pinocchio:</p>
<p>"You are a good, brave boy! Come here and give me
a kiss."</p>
<p>Pinocchio ran at once and, climbing like a squirrel up the
showman's beard, he deposited a hearty kiss on the point of
his nose.</p>
<p>"Then the pardon is granted?" asked poor Harlequin in
a faint voice that was scarcely audible.</p>
<p>"The pardon is granted!" answered Fire-Eater; he then
added, sighing and shaking his head:</p>
<p>"I must have patience! Tonight I shall have to resign
myself to eat the mutton half raw; but another time, woe to
him who displeases me!"</p>
<p>At the news of the pardon the puppets all ran to the
stage and, having lighted the lamps and chandeliers as if for
a full-dress performance, they began to leap and to dance
merrily. At dawn they were still dancing.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-048.png"
alt="Pinocchio Meets the Cat and the Fox" title="Pinocchio Meets the Cat and the Fox" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO RECEIVES A PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES</h2>
<p>The following day Fire-Eater called Pinocchio to one side
and asked him:</p>
<p>"What is your father's name?"</p>
<p>"Geppetto."</p>
<p>"And what trade does he follow?"</p>
<p>"He is a beggar."</p>
<p>"Does he gain much?"</p>
<p>"Gain much? Why, he has never a penny in his pocket.
Only think, in order to buy a spelling-book so that I could
go to school he was obliged to sell the only coat he had to
wear—a coat that, between patches and darns, was not fit to
be seen."</p>
<p>"Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here are five
gold pieces. Go at once and take them to him with my compliments."</p>
<p>Pinocchio was overjoyed and thanked the showman a thousand
times. He embraced all the puppets of the company one
by one, even to the gendarmes, and set out to return home.</p>
<p>But he had not gone far when he met on the road a
Fox lame of one foot, and a Cat blind of both eyes, and they
were going along helping each other like good companions in
misfortune. The Fox, who was lame, walked leaning on the
Cat; and the Cat, who was blind, was guided by the Fox.</p>
<p>"Good-day, Pinocchio," said the Fox, greeting him politely.</p>
<p>"How do you come to know my name?" asked the puppet.</p>
<p>"I know your father well."</p>
<p>"Where did you see him?"</p>
<p>"I saw him yesterday at the door of his house."</p>
<p>"And what was he doing?"</p>
<p>"He was in his shirt-sleeves and shivering with cold."</p>
<p>"Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he shall
shiver no more!"</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because I have become a gentleman."</p>
<p>"A gentleman—you!" said the Fox, and he began to laugh
rudely and scornfully. The Cat also began to laugh, but to
conceal it she combed her whiskers with her forepaws.</p>
<p>"There is little to laugh at," cried Pinocchio angrily. "I
am really sorry to make your mouth water, but if you know
anything about it, you can see that these are five gold pieces."</p>
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<p>And he pulled out the money that Fire-Eater had given him.</p>
<p>At the jingling of the money the Fox, with an involuntary
movement, stretched out the paw that seemed crippled,
and the Cat opened wide two eyes that looked like two green
lanterns. It is true that she shut them again, and so quickly
that Pinocchio observed nothing.</p>
<p>"And now," asked the Fox, "what are you going to do
with all that money?"</p>
<p>"First of all," answered the puppet, "I intend to buy a
new coat for my papa, made of gold and silver, and with
diamond buttons; and then I will buy a spelling-book for
myself."</p>
<p>"For yourself?"</p>
<p>"Yes indeed, for I wish to go to school to study in earnest."</p>
<p>"Look at me!" said the Fox. "Through my foolish passion
for study I have lost a leg."</p>
<p>"Look at me!" said the Cat. "Through my foolish passion
for study I have lost the sight of both my eyes."</p>
<p>At that moment a white Blackbird, that was perched on
the hedge by the road, began his usual song, and said:</p>
<p>"Pinocchio, don't listen to the advice of bad companions;
if you do you will repent it!"</p>
<p>Poor Blackbird! If only he had not spoken! The Cat,
with a great leap, sprang upon him, and without even giving
him time to say "Oh!" ate him in a mouthful, feathers and all.</p>
<p>Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she shut her
eyes again and feigned blindness as before.</p>
<p>"Poor Blackbird!" said Pinocchio to the Cat, "why did
you treat him so badly?"</p>
<p>"I did it to give him a lesson. He will learn another
time not to meddle in other people's conversation."</p>
<p>They had gone almost half-way when the Fox, halting
suddenly, said to the puppet:</p>
<p>"Would you like to double your money?"</p>
<p>"In what way?"</p>
<p>"Would you like to make out of your five miserable sovereigns,
a hundred, a thousand, two thousand?"</p>
<p>"I should think so! but in what way?"</p>
<p>"The way is easy enough. Instead of returning home
you must go with us."</p>
<p>"And where do you wish to take me?"</p>
<p>"To the land of the Owls."</p>
<p>Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he said resolutely:</p>
<p>"No, I will not go. I am already close to the house, and
I will return home to my papa, who is waiting for me. Who
can tell how often the poor old man must have sighed yesterday
when I did not come back! I have indeed been a bad
son, and the Talking-Cricket was right when he said: 'Disobedient
boys never come to any good in the world.' I have
found it to be true, for many misfortunes have happened to
me. Even yesterday in Fire-Eater's house I ran the risk—Oh!
it makes me shudder only to think of it!"</p>
<p>"Well, then," said the Fox, "you are quite decided to go
home? Go, then, and so much the worse for you."</p>
<p>"So much the worse for you!" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a kick
to fortune."</p>
<p>"To fortune!" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"Between today and tomorrow your five sovereigns would
have become two thousand."</p>
<p>"Two thousand!" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"But how is it possible that they could become so many?"
asked Pinocchio, remaining with his mouth open from astonishment.</p>
<p>"I will explain it to you at once," said the Fox. "You
must know that in the land of the Owls there is a sacred
field called by everybody the Field of Miracles. In this field
you must dig a little hole, and you put into it, we will say,
one gold sovereign. You then cover up the hole with a little
earth; you must water it with two pails of water from the
fountain, then sprinkle it with two pinches of salt, and when
night comes you can go quietly to bed. In the meanwhile,
during the night, the gold piece will grow and flower, and
in the morning when you get up and return to the field, what
do you find? You find a beautiful tree laden with as many
gold sovereigns as a fine ear of corn has grains in the month
of June."</p>
<p>"So that," said Pinocchio, more and more bewildered, "supposing
I buried my five sovereigns in that field, how many
should I find there the following morning?"</p>
<p>"That is an exceedingly easy calculation," replied the Fox,
"a calculation that you can make on the ends of your fingers.
Every sovereign will give you an increase of five hundred;
multiply five hundred by five, and the following morning will
find you with two thousand five hundred shining gold pieces
in your pocket."</p>
<p>"Oh! how delightful!" cried Pinocchio, dancing for joy.
"As soon as ever I have obtained those sovereigns, I will keep
two thousand for myself and the other five hundred I will
make a present of to you two."</p>
<p>"A present to us?" cried the Fox with indignation and
appearing much offended. "What are you dreaming of?"</p>
<p>"What are you dreaming of?" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"We do not work," said the Fox, "for interest: we work
solely to enrich others."</p>
<p>"Others!" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"What good people!" thought Pinocchio to himself, and,
forgetting there and then his papa, the new coat, the spelling-book,
and all his good resolutions, he said to the Fox and
the Cat:</p>
<p>"Let us be off at once. I will go with you."</p>
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<img src="images/hi-illus-056.jpg"
alt="A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT, VERY GAY AND POLITE"
title="A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT, VERY GAY AND POLITE" />
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-057.png"
alt="Dinner at The Red Craw-Fish Inn" title="Dinner at The Red Craw-Fish Inn" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h3>
<h2>THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH</h2>
<p>They walked, and walked, and walked, until at last, towards
evening, they arrived, all tired out, at the inn of The
Red Craw-Fish.</p>
<p>"Let us stop here a little," said the Fox, "that we may
have something to eat, and rest ourselves for an hour or two.
We will start again at midnight, so as to arrive at the Field
of Miracles by dawn tomorrow morning."</p>
<p>Having gone into the inn they all three sat down to table,
but none of them had any appetite.</p>
<p>The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion and feeling
seriously indisposed, could only eat thirty-five fish with tomato
sauce and four portions of tripe with Parmesan cheese; and
because she thought the tripe was not seasoned enough, she
asked three times for the butter and grated cheese!</p>
<p>The Fox would also willingly have picked a little, but as
his doctor had ordered him a strict diet, he was forced to content
himself simply with a hare dressed with a sweet and sour
sauce, and garnished lightly with fat chickens and early pullets.
After the hare he sent for a made dish of partridges, rabbits,
frogs, lizards and other delicacies; he could not touch anything
else. He cared so little for food, he said, that he could put
nothing to his lips.</p>
<p>The one who ate the least was Pinocchio. He asked for
some walnuts and a hunch of bread, and left everything on
his plate. The poor boy's thoughts were continually fixed on
the Field of Miracles.</p>
<p>When they had supped, the Fox said to the host:</p>
<p>"Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio, and
the other for me and my companion. We will snatch a little
sleep before we leave. Remember, however, that at midnight
we wish to be called to continue our journey."</p>
<p>"Yes, gentlemen," answered the host, and he winked at
the Fox and the Cat, as much as to say: "I know what you
are up to. We understand one another!"</p>
<p>No sooner had Pinocchio got into bed than he fell asleep
at once and began to dream. And he dreamed that he was
in the middle of a field, and the field was full of shrubs covered
with clusters of gold sovereigns, and as they swung in the wind
they went zin, zin, zin, almost as if they would say: "Let
who will, come and take us." But just as Pinocchio was
stretching out his hand to pick handfuls of those beautiful
gold pieces and to put them in his pocket, he was suddenly
awakened by three violent blows on the door of his room.</p>
<p>It was the host who had come to tell him that midnight
had struck.</p>
<p>"Are my companions ready?" asked the puppet.</p>
<p>"Ready! Why, they left two hours ago."</p>
<p>"Why were they in such a hurry?"</p>
<p>"Because the Cat had received a message to say that her
eldest kitten was ill with chilblains on his feet and was in
danger of death."</p>
<p>"Did they pay for the supper?"</p>
<p>"What are you thinking of? They are too well educated
to dream of offering such an insult to a gentleman like you."</p>
<p>"What a pity! It is an insult that would have given me
so much pleasure!" said Pinocchio, scratching his head. He
then asked:</p>
<p>"And where did my good friends say they would wait
for me?"</p>
<p>"At the Field of Miracles, tomorrow morning at daybreak."</p>
<p>Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and that of his
companions, and then left.</p>
<p>Outside the inn it was so pitch dark that he had almost
to grope his way, for it was impossible to see a hand's breadth
in front of him. Some night-birds flying across the road from
one hedge to the other brushed Pinocchio's nose with their
wings as they passed, which caused him so much terror that,
springing back, he shouted: "Who goes there?" and the echo
in the surrounding hills repeated in the distance: "Who goes
there? Who goes there?"</p>
<p>As he was walking along he saw a little insect shining
dimly on the trunk of a tree, like a night-light in a lamp of
transparent china.</p>
<p>"Who are you?" asked Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"I am the ghost of the Talking-Cricket," answered the
insect in a low voice, so weak and faint that it seemed to come
from the other world.</p>
<p>"What do you want with me?" said the puppet.</p>
<p>"I want to give you some advice. Go back and take the
four sovereigns that you have left to your poor father, who
is weeping and in despair because you have not returned to him."</p>
<p>"By tomorrow my papa will be a gentleman, for these
four sovereigns will have become two thousand."</p>
<p>"Don't trust to those who promise to make you rich in
a day. Usually they are either mad or rogues! Give ear
to me, and go back, my boy."</p>
<p>"On the contrary, I am determined to go on."</p>
<p>"The hour is late!"</p>
<p>"I am determined to go on."</p>
<p>"The night is dark!"</p>
<p>"I am determined to go on."</p>
<p>"The road is dangerous!"</p>
<p>"I am determined to go on."</p>
<p>"Remember that boys who are bent on following their
caprices, and will have their own way, sooner or later repent it."</p>
<p>"Always the same stories. Good-night, Cricket."</p>
<p>"Good-night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven preserve you
from dangers and from assassins."</p>
<p>No sooner had he said these words than the Talking-Cricket
vanished suddenly like a light that has been blown
out, and the road became darker than ever.</p>
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<img src="images/illus-061.png"
alt="Pinocchio Escapes from his Assassins" title="Pinocchio Escapes from his Assassins" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO FALLS AMONGST ASSASSINS</h2>
<p>"Really," said the puppet to himself, as he resumed his
journey, "how unfortunate we poor boys are. Everybody
scolds us and gives us good advice. See now; because I don't
choose to listen to that tiresome Cricket, who knows, according
to him, how many misfortunes are to happen to me! I am
even to meet with assassins! That is, however, of little consequence,
for I don't believe in assassins—I have never believed
in them. For me, I think that assassins have been invented
purposely by papas to frighten boys who want to go out at
night. Besides, supposing I was to come across them here in
the road, do you imagine they would frighten me? Not the
least in the world. I should go to meet them and cry: 'Gentlemen
assassins, what do you want with me? Remember that
with me there is no joking. Therefore go about your business
and be quiet!' At this speech they would run away like the
wind. If, however, they were so badly educated as not to run
away, why, then I would run away myself and there would
be an end of it."</p>
<p>But Pinocchio had not time to finish his reasoning, for at
that moment he thought that he heard a slight rustle of leaves
behind him.</p>
<p>He turned to look and saw in the gloom two evil-looking
black figures completely enveloped in charcoal sacks. They
were running after him on tiptoe and making great leaps like
two phantoms.</p>
<p>"Here they are in reality!" he said to himself and, not
knowing where to hide his gold pieces, he put them in his
mouth precisely under his tongue.</p>
<p>Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone a step
when he felt himself seized by the arm and heard two horrid,
sepulchral voices saying to him:</p>
<p>"Your money or your life!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, owing to
the money that was in his mouth, made a thousand low bows
and a thousand pantomimes. He tried thus to make the two
muffled figures, whose eyes were only visible through the holes
in their sacks, understand that he was a poor puppet, and that
he had not as much as a counterfeit nickel in his pocket.</p>
<p>"Come, now! Less nonsense and out with the money!"
cried the two brigands threateningly.</p>
<p>And the puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify:
"I have none."</p>
<p>"Deliver up your money or you are dead," said the tallest
of the brigands.</p>
<p>"Dead!" repeated the other.</p>
<p>"And after we have killed you, we will also kill your
father!"</p>
<p>"Also your father!"</p>
<p>"No, no, no, not my poor papa!" cried Pinocchio in a
despairing voice, and as he said it the sovereigns clinked in
his mouth.</p>
<p>"Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden your money under
your tongue! Spit it out at once!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio was obstinate.</p>
<p>"Ah! you pretend to be deaf, do you? Wait a moment,
leave it to us to find a means to make you give it up."</p>
<p>And one of them seized the puppet by the end of his
nose, and the other took him by the chin, and began to pull
them brutally, the one up and the other down, to force him
to open his mouth. But it was all to no purpose. Pinocchio's
mouth seemed to be nailed and riveted together.</p>
<p>Then the shorter assassin drew out an ugly knife and tried
to put it between his lips like a lever or chisel. But Pinocchio,
as quick as lightning, caught his hand with his teeth, and with
one bite bit it clear off and spat it out. Imagine his astonishment
when instead of a hand he perceived that a cat's paw
lay on the ground.</p>
<p>Encouraged by this first victory he used his nails to such
purpose that he succeeded in liberating himself from his assailants,
and, jumping the hedge by the roadside, he began to fly
across the country. The assassins ran after him like two dogs
chasing a hare, and the one who had lost a paw ran on one
leg, and no one ever knew how he managed it.</p>
<p>After a race of some miles Pinocchio could go no more.
Giving himself up for lost, he climbed the trunk of a very
high pine tree and seated himself in the topmost branches. The
assassins attempted to climb after him, but when they had
reached half-way up they slid down again and arrived on
the ground with the skin grazed from their hands and knees.</p>
<p>But they were not to be beaten by so little; collecting a
quantity of dry wood, they piled it beneath the pine and set
fire to it. In less time than it takes to tell, the pine began
to burn and to flame like a candle blown by the wind. Pinocchio,
seeing that the flames were mounting higher every instant,
and not wishing to end his life like a roasted pigeon, made
a stupendous leap from the top of the tree and started afresh
across the fields and vineyards. The assassins followed him,
and kept behind him without once giving up.</p>
<p>The day began to break and they were still pursuing him.
Suddenly Pinocchio found his way barred by a wide, deep
ditch full of stagnant water the color of coffee. What was he
to do? "One! two! three!" cried the puppet, and, making a
rush, he sprang to the other side. The assassins also jumped,
but not having measured the distance properly—splash! splash!
they fell into the very middle of the ditch. Pinocchio, who
heard the plunge and the splashing of the water, shouted out,
laughing, and without stopping:</p>
<p>"A fine bath to you, gentleman assassins."</p>
<p>And he felt convinced that they were drowned, when,
turning to look, he perceived that, on the contrary, they were
both running after him, still enveloped in their sacks, with
the water dripping from them as if they had been two hollow
baskets.</p>
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<img src="images/illus-065.png"
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h3>
<h2>THE ASSASSINS HANG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK</h2>
<p>At this sight the puppet's courage failed him and he was
on the point of throwing himself on the ground and giving
himself over for lost. Turning, however, his eyes in every
direction, he saw, at some distance, a small house as white
as snow.</p>
<p>"If only I had breath to reach that house," he said to
himself, "perhaps I should be saved."</p>
<p>And, without delaying an instant, he recommenced running
for his life through the wood, and the assassins after him.</p>
<p>At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours, he
arrived quite breathless at the door of the house, and knocked.</p>
<p>No one answered.</p>
<p>He knocked again with great violence, for he heard the
sound of steps approaching him and the heavy panting of his
persecutors. The same silence.</p>
<p>Seeing that knocking was useless, he began in desperation
to kick and pommel the door with all his might. The window
then opened and a beautiful Child appeared at it. She had
blue hair and a face as white as a waxen image; her eyes were
closed and her hands were crossed on her breast. Without
moving her lips in the least, she said, in a voice that seemed
to come from the other world:</p>
<p>"In this house there is no one. They are all dead."</p>
<p>"Then at least open the door for me yourself," shouted
Pinocchio, crying and imploring.</p>
<p>"I am dead also."</p>
<p>"Dead? Then what are you doing there at the window?"</p>
<p>"I am waiting for the bier to come to carry me away."</p>
<p>Having said this she immediately disappeared and the
window was closed again without the slightest noise.</p>
<p>"Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair," cried Pinocchio,
"open the door, for pity's sake! Have compassion on a poor
boy pursued by assas—"</p>
<p>But he could not finish the word, for he felt himself
seized by the collar and the same two horrible voices said to
him threateningly:</p>
<p>"You shall not escape from us again!"</p>
<p>The puppet, seeing death staring him in the face, was
taken with such a violent fit of trembling that the joints of
his wooden legs began to creak, and the sovereigns hidden
under his tongue to clink.</p>
<p>"Now, then," demanded the assassins, "will you open your
mouth—yes or no? Ah! no answer? Leave it to us: this
time we will force you to open it!"</p>
<p>And, drawing out two long, horrid knives as sharp as
razors, clash!—they attempted to stab him twice.</p>
<p>But the puppet, luckily for him, was made of very hard
wood; the knives therefore broke into a thousand pieces and
the assassins were left with the handles in their hands, staring
at each other.</p>
<p>"I see what we must do," said one of them. "He must
be hung! let us hang him!"</p>
<p>"Let us hang him!" repeated the other.</p>
<p>Without loss of time they tied his arms behind him, passed
a running noose round his throat, and hung him to the branch
of a tree called the Big Oak.</p>
<p>They then sat down on the grass and waited for his last
struggle. But at the end of three hours the puppet's eyes
were still open, his mouth closed, and he was kicking more
than ever.</p>
<p>Losing patience, they turned to Pinocchio and said in a
bantering tone:</p>
<p>"Good-bye till tomorrow. Let us hope that when we return
you will be polite enough to allow yourself to be found quite
dead, and with your mouth wide open."</p>
<p>And they walked off.</p>
<p>In the meantime a tempestuous northerly wind began to
blow and roar angrily, and it beat the poor puppet from
side to side, making him swing violently, like the clatter of
a bell ringing for a wedding. And the swinging gave him
atrocious spasms, and the running noose, becoming still tighter
round his throat, took away his breath.</p>
<p>Little by little his eyes began to grow dim, but although
he felt that death was near he still continued to hope that
some charitable person would come to his assistance before it
was too late. But when, after waiting and waiting, he found
that no one came, absolutely no one, then he remembered his
poor father, and, thinking he was dying, he stammered out:</p>
<p>"Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!"</p>
<p>His breath failed him and he could say no more. He
shut his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his legs, gave a long
shudder, and hung stiff and insensible.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h3>
<h2>THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD RESCUES THE PUPPET</h2>
<p>While poor Pinocchio, suspended to a branch of the Big
Oak, was apparently more dead than alive, the beautiful
Child with blue hair came again to the window. When she
saw the unhappy puppet hanging by his throat, and dancing
up and down in the gusts of the north wind, she was moved
by compassion. Striking her hands together, she gave three
little claps.</p>
<p>At this signal there came a sound of the sweep of wings
flying rapidly and a large Falcon flew on to the window-sill.</p>
<p>"What are your orders, gracious Fairy?" he asked, inclining
his beak in sign of reverence.</p>
<p>"Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch of the
Big Oak?"</p>
<p>"I see him."</p>
<p>"Very well. Fly there at once: with your strong beak
break the knot that keeps him suspended in the air, and lay
him gently on the grass at the foot of the tree."</p>
<p>The Falcon flew away and after two minutes he returned,
saying:</p>
<p>"I have done as you commanded."</p>
<p>"And how did you find him?"</p>
<p>"To see him he appeared dead, but he cannot really be
quite dead, for I had no sooner loosened the running noose
that tightened his throat than, giving a sigh, he muttered in
a faint voice: 'Now I feel better!'"</p>
<p>The Fairy then struck her hands together twice and a
magnificent Poodle appeared, walking upright on his hind
legs exactly as if he had been a man.</p>
<p>He was in the full-dress livery of a coachman. On his
head he had a three-cornered cap braided with gold, his curly
white wig came down on to his shoulders, he had a chocolate-colored
waistcoat with diamond buttons, and two large pockets
to contain the bones that his mistress gave him at dinner.
He had, besides, a pair of short crimson velvet breeches, silk
stockings, cut-down shoes, and hanging behind him a species
of umbrella case made of blue satin, to put his tail into when
the weather was rainy.</p>
<p>"Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!" said the Fairy to
the Poodle. "Have the most beautiful carriage in my coach-house
harnessed, and take the road to the wood. When you
come to the Big Oak you will find a poor puppet stretched
on the grass half dead. Pick him up gently and lay him flat
on the cushions of the carriage and bring him here to me. Do
you understand?"</p>
<p>The Poodle, to show that he had understood, shook the
case of blue satin three or four times and ran off like a race-horse.</p>
<p>Shortly afterwards a beautiful little carriage came out of
the coach-house. The cushions were stuffed with canary feathers
and it was lined on the inside with whipped cream, custard
and vanilla wafers. The little carriage was drawn by a hundred
pairs of white mice, and the Poodle, seated on the coach-box,
cracked his whip from side to side like a driver when
he is afraid that he is behind time.</p>
<p>Scarcely had a quarter of an hour passed, when the carriage
returned. The Fairy, who was waiting at the door of
the house, took the poor puppet in her arms and carried him
into a little room that was wainscoted with mother-of-pearl.
She sent at once to summon the most famous doctors in the
neighborhood.</p>
<p>They came immediately, one after the other: namely, a
Crow, an Owl, and a Talking-Cricket.</p>
<p>"I wish to know from you, gentlemen," said the Fairy,
"if this unfortunate puppet is alive or dead!"</p>
<p>At this request the Crow, advancing first, felt Pinocchio's
pulse; he then felt his nose and then the little toe of his foot:
and, having done this carefully, he pronounced solemnly the
following words:</p>
<p>"To my belief the puppet is already quite dead; but, if
unfortunately he should not be dead, then it would be a sign
that he is still alive!"</p>
<p>"I regret," said the Owl, "to be obliged to contradict the
Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague; but, in my opinion
the puppet is still alive; but, if unfortunately he should not
be alive, then it would be a sign that he is dead indeed!"</p>
<p>"And you—have you nothing to say?" asked the Fairy
of the Talking-Cricket.</p>
<p>"In my opinion, the wisest thing a prudent doctor can do,
when he does not know what he is talking about, is to be
silent. For the rest, that puppet there has a face that is
not new to me. I have known him for some time!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain immovable,
like a real piece of wood, was seized with a fit of convulsive
trembling that shook the whole bed.</p>
<p>"That puppet there," continued the Talking-Cricket, "is
a confirmed rogue."</p>
<p>Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again immediately.</p>
<p>"He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vagabond."</p>
<p>Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.</p>
<p>"That puppet there is a disobedient son who will make
his poor father die of a broken heart!"</p>
<p>At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and crying
was heard in the room. Imagine everybody's astonishment
when, having raised the sheets a little, it was discovered that
the sounds came from Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"When a dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on
the road to get well," said the Crow solemnly.</p>
<p>"I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and colleague,"
added the Owl; "but for me, when the dead person cries, it
is a sign that he is sorry to die."</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE</h2>
<p>As soon as the three doctors had left the room the Fairy
approached Pinocchio and, having touched his forehead,
she perceived that he was in a high fever.</p>
<p>She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in half a
tumbler of water and, offering it to the puppet, she said to
him lovingly:</p>
<p>"Drink it and in a few days you will be cured."</p>
<p>Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face, and
then asked in a plaintive voice:</p>
<p>"Is it sweet or bitter?"</p>
<p>"It is bitter, but it will do you good."</p>
<p>"If it is bitter, I will not take it."</p>
<p>"Listen to me: drink it."</p>
<p>"I don't like anything bitter."</p>
<p>"Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give you
a lump of sugar to take away the taste."</p>
<p>"Where is the lump of sugar?"</p>
<p>"Here it is," said the Fairy, taking a piece from a gold
sugar-basin.</p>
<p>"Give me first the lump of sugar and then I will drink
that bad bitter water."</p>
<p>"Do you promise me?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>The Fairy gave him the sugar and Pinocchio, having
crunched it up and swallowed it in a second, said, licking
his lips:</p>
<p>"It would be a fine thing if sugar were medicine! I
would take it every day."</p>
<p>"Now keep your promise and drink these few drops of
water, which will restore you to health."</p>
<p>Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his hand and
put the point of his nose to it: he then approached it to his
lips: he then again put his nose to it, and at last said:</p>
<p>"It is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink it."</p>
<p>"How can you tell that, when you have not even tasted it?"</p>
<p>"I can imagine it! I know it from the smell. I want
first another lump of sugar and then I will drink it!"</p>
<p>The Fairy then, with all the patience of a good mamma,
put another lump of sugar in his mouth, and again presented
the tumbler to him.</p>
<p>"I cannot drink it so!" said the puppet, making a thousand
grimaces.</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because that pillow that is down there on my feet
bothers me."</p>
<p>The Fairy removed the pillow.</p>
<p>"It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it."</p>
<p>"What is the matter now?"</p>
<p>"The door of the room, which is half open, bothers me."</p>
<p>The Fairy went and closed the door.</p>
<p>"In short," cried Pinocchio, bursting into tears, "I will
not drink that bitter water—no, no, no!"</p>
<p>"My boy, you will repent it."</p>
<p>"I don't care."</p>
<p>"Your illness is serious."</p>
<p>"I don't care."</p>
<p>"The fever in a few hours will carry you into the other
world."</p>
<p>"I don't care."</p>
<p>"Are you not afraid of death?"</p>
<p>"I am not in the least afraid! I would rather die than
drink that bitter medicine."</p>
<p>At that moment the door of the room flew open and
four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders
a little bier.</p>
<p>"What do you want with me?" cried Pinocchio, sitting
up in bed in a great fright.</p>
<p>"We have come to take you," said the biggest rabbit.</p>
<p>"To take me? But I am not yet dead!"</p>
<p>"No, not yet? but you have only a few minutes to live,
as you have refused the medicine that would have cured you
of the fever."</p>
<p>"Oh, Fairy, Fairy!" the puppet then began to scream,
"give me the tumbler at once; be quick, for pity's sake, for
I will not die—no, I will not die."</p>
<p>And, taking the tumbler in both hands, he emptied it
at a gulp.</p>
<p>"We must have patience!" said the rabbits; "this time
we have made our journey in vain." And, taking the little
bier again on their shoulders, they left the room, grumbling
and murmuring between their teeth.</p>
<p>In fact, a few minutes afterwards, Pinocchio jumped down
from the bed quite well, because wooden puppets have the
privilege of being seldom ill and of being cured very quickly.</p>
<p>The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing about the room
as gay and as lively as a young cock, said to him:</p>
<p>"Then my medicine has really done you good?"</p>
<p>"Good? I should think so! It has restored me to life!"</p>
<p>"Then why on earth did you require so much persuasion
to take it?"</p>
<p>"Because you see that we boys are all like that! We
are more afraid of medicine than of the illness."</p>
<p>"Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that a good remedy
taken in time may save them from a serious illness, and perhaps
even from death."</p>
<p>"Oh! but another time I shall not require so much persuasion.
I shall remember those black rabbits with the bier
on their shoulders and then I shall immediately take the
tumbler in my hand, and down it will go!"</p>
<p>"Now, come here to me and tell me how it came about
that you fell into the hands of those assassins."</p>
<p>"You see, the showman, Fire-Eater, gave me some gold
pieces and said to me: 'Go, and take them to your father!'
and instead I met on the road a Fox and a Cat, who said
to me: 'Would you like those pieces of gold to become a
thousand or two? Come with us and we will take you to
the Field of Miracles,' and I said: 'Let us go.' And they
said: 'Let us stop at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish,' and after
midnight they left. And when I awoke I found that they
were no longer there, because they had gone away. Then I
began to travel by night, for you cannot imagine how dark
it was; and on that account I met on the road two assassins
in charcoal sacks who said to me: 'Out with your money,' and
I said to them: 'I have got none,' because I had hidden the
four gold pieces in my mouth, and one of the assassins tried
to put his hand in my mouth, and I bit his hand off and spat
it out, but instead of a hand it was a cat's paw. And the
assassins ran after me, and I ran, and ran, until at last they
caught me and tied me by the neck to a tree in this wood, and
said to me: 'Tomorrow we shall return here and then you
will be dead with your mouth open and we shall be able to
carry off the pieces of gold that you have hidden under your
tongue."</p>
<p>"And the four pieces—where have you put them?" asked
the Fairy.</p>
<p>"I have lost them!" said Pinocchio, but he was telling a
lie, for he had them in his pocket.</p>
<p>He had scarcely told the lie when his nose, which was
already long, grew at once two inches longer.</p>
<p>"And where did you lose them?"</p>
<p>"In the wood near here."</p>
<p>At this second lie his nose went on growing.</p>
<p>"If you have lost them in the wood near here," said the
Fairy, "we will look for them and we shall find them: because
everything that is lost in that wood is always found."</p>
<p>"Ah! now I remember all about it," replied the puppet,
getting quite confused; "I didn't lose the four gold pieces, I
swallowed them whilst I was drinking your medicine."</p>
<p>At this lie his nose grew to such an extraordinary length
that poor Pinocchio could not move in any direction. If he
turned to one side he struck his nose against the bed or the
window-panes, if he turned to the other he struck it against
the walls or the door, if he raised his head a little he ran the
risk of sticking it into one of the Fairy's eyes.</p>
<p>And the Fairy looked at him and laughed.</p>
<p>"What are you laughing at?" asked the puppet, very
confused and anxious at finding his nose growing so prodigiously.</p>
<p>"I am laughing at the lie you have told."</p>
<p>"And how can you possibly know that I have told a lie?"</p>
<p>"Lies, my dear boy, are found out immediately, because
they are of two sorts. There are lies that have short legs,
and lies that have long noses. Your lie, as it happens, is one
of those that have a long nose."</p>
<p>Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself for shame,
tried to run out of the room; but he did not succeed, for his
nose had increased so much that it could no longer pass through
the door.</p>
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title="SPLASH! SPLASH! THEY FELL INTO THE VERY MIDDLE OF THE DITCH" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT</h2>
<p>The Fairy allowed the puppet to cry for a good half-hour
over his nose, which could no longer pass through the
door of the room. This she did to give him a severe lesson,
and to correct him of the disgraceful fault of telling lies—the
most disgraceful fault that a boy can have. But when
she saw him quite disfigured and his eyes swollen out of his
head from weeping, she felt full of compassion for him. She
therefore beat her hands together and at that signal a thousand
large birds called Woodpeckers flew in at the window.
They immediately perched on Pinocchio's nose and began to
peck at it with such zeal that in a few minutes his enormous
and ridiculous nose was reduced to its usual dimensions.</p>
<p>"What a good Fairy you are," said the puppet, drying
his eyes, "and how much I love you!"</p>
<p>"I love you also," answered the Fairy; "and if you will
remain with me you shall be my little brother and I will be
your good little sister."</p>
<p>"I would remain willingly if it were not for my poor papa."</p>
<p>"I have thought of everything. I have already let your
father know, and he will be here tonight."</p>
<p>"Really?" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy. "Then,
little Fairy, if you consent, I should like to go and meet
him. I am so anxious to give a kiss to that poor old man,
who has suffered so much on my account, that I am counting
the minutes."</p>
<p>"Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself. Take the
road through the wood and I am sure that you will meet him."</p>
<p>Pinocchio set out, and as soon as he was in the wood he
began to run like a kid. But when he had reached a certain
spot, almost in front of the Big Oak, he stopped, because he
thought he heard people amongst the bushes. In fact, two
persons came out on to the road. Can you guess who they
were? His two traveling companions, the Fox and the Cat,
with whom he had supped at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish.</p>
<p>"Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, kissing
and embracing him. "How came you to be here?"</p>
<p>"How come you to be here?" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"It is a long story," answered the puppet, "which I will
tell you when I have time. But do you know that the other
night, when you left me alone at the inn, I met with assassins
on the road?"</p>
<p>"Assassins! Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what did they want?"</p>
<p>"They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces."</p>
<p>"Villains!" said the Fox.</p>
<p>"Infamous villains!" repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"But I ran away from them," continued the puppet, "and
they followed me, and at last they overtook me and hung
me to a branch of that oak tree."</p>
<p>And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was two
steps from them.</p>
<p>"Is it possible to hear of anything more dreadful?" said
the Fox. "In what a world we are condemned to live! Where
can respectable people like us find a safe refuge?"</p>
<p>Whilst they were thus talking Pinocchio observed that
the Cat was lame of her front right leg, for in fact she had
lost her paw with all its claws. He therefore asked her:</p>
<p>"What have you done with your paw?"</p>
<p>The Cat tried to answer, but became confused. Therefore
the Fox said immediately:</p>
<p>"My friend is too modest, and that is why she doesn't
speak. I will answer for her. I must tell you that an hour
ago we met an old wolf on the road, almost fainting from
want of food, who asked alms of us. Not having so much as
a fish-bone to give him, what did my friend, who has really
the heart of a Cæsar, do? She bit off one of her fore paws
and threw it to that poor beast that he might appease his
hunger."</p>
<p>And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear.</p>
<p>Pinocchio was also touched and, approaching the Cat, he
whispered into her ear:</p>
<p>"If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would
be!"</p>
<p>"And now, what are you doing here?" asked the Fox of
the puppet.</p>
<p>"I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to arrive every
moment."</p>
<p>"And your gold pieces?"</p>
<p>"I have got them in my pocket, all but one that I spent
at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish."</p>
<p>"And to think that, instead of four pieces, by tomorrow
they might become one or two thousand! Why do you not
listen to my advice? Why will you not go and bury them in
the Field of Miracles?"</p>
<p>"Today it is impossible; I will go another day."</p>
<p>"Another day it will be too late!" said the Fox.</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because the field has been bought by a gentleman and
after tomorrow no one will be allowed to bury money there."</p>
<p>"How far off is the Field of Miracles?"</p>
<p>"Not two miles. Will you come with us? In half an
hour you will be there. You can bury your money at once,
and in a few minutes you will collect two thousand, and this
evening you will return with your pockets full. Will you
come with us?"</p>
<p>Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old Geppetto, and
the warnings of the Talking-Cricket, and he hesitated a little
before answering. He ended, however, by doing as all boys
do who have not a grain of sense and who have no heart—he
ended by giving his head a little shake and saying to the
Fox and the Cat:</p>
<p>"Let us go: I will come with you."</p>
<p>And they went.</p>
<p>After having walked half the day they reached a town
that was called "Trap for Blockheads." As soon as Pinocchio
entered this town he saw that the streets were crowded with
dogs who were yawning from hunger, shorn sheep trembling
with cold, cocks without combs begging for a grain of Indian
corn, large butterflies that could no longer fly because they
had sold their beautiful colored wings, peacocks which had no
tails and were ashamed to be seen, and pheasants that went
scratching about in a subdued fashion, mourning for their brilliant
gold and silver feathers gone forever.</p>
<p>In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shamefaced
creatures some lordly carriage passed from time to time containing
a Fox, or a thieving Magpie, or some other ravenous
bird of prey.</p>
<p>"And where is the Field of Miracles?" asked Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"It is here, not two steps from us."</p>
<p>They crossed the town and, having gone beyond the walls,
they came to a solitary field.</p>
<p>"Here we are," said the Fox to the puppet. "Now stoop
down and dig with your hands a little hole in the ground and
put your gold pieces into it."</p>
<p>Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into it the four
gold pieces that he had left, and then filled up the hole with
a little earth.</p>
<p>"Now, then," said the Fox, "go to that canal close to us,
fetch a can of water, and water the ground where you have
sowed them."</p>
<p>Pinocchio went to the canal, and, as he had no can, he
took off one of his old shoes and filling it with water he watered
the ground over the hole.</p>
<p>He then asked:</p>
<p>"Is there anything else to be done?"</p>
<p>"Nothing else," answered the Fox. "We can now go
away. You can return in about twenty minutes and you will
find a shrub already pushing through the ground, with its
branches quite loaded with money."</p>
<p>The poor puppet, beside himself with joy, thanked the
Fox and the Cat a thousand times, and promised them a beautiful
present.</p>
<p>"We wish for no presents," answered the two rascals. "It
is enough for us to have taught you the way to enrich yourself
without undergoing hard work, and we are as happy as people
out for a holiday."</p>
<p>Thus saying, they took leave of Pinocchio, and, wishing
him a good harvest, went about their business.</p>
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<img src="images/illus-088.png" alt="The Judge Was a Big Ape" title="The Judge Was a Big Ape" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY</h2>
<p>The puppet returned to the town and began to count the
minutes one by one, and when he thought that it must
be time he took the road leading to the Field of Miracles.</p>
<p>And as he walked along with hurried steps his heart beat
fast—tic, tac, tic, tac—like a drawing-room clock when it is
really going well. Meanwhile he was thinking to himself:</p>
<p>"And if, instead of a thousand gold pieces, I were to find
on the branches of the tree two thousand? And instead of
two thousand, supposing I found five thousand? and instead
of five thousand, that I found a hundred thousand? Oh! what
a fine gentleman I should then become! I would have a beautiful
palace, a thousand little wooden horses and a thousand
stables to amuse myself with, a cellar full of currant wine and
sweet syrups, and a library quite full of candies, tarts, plum-cakes,
macaroons, and biscuits with cream."</p>
<p>Whilst he was building these castles in the air he had
arrived in the neighborhood of the field, and he stopped to look
about for a tree with its branches laden with money, but he
saw nothing. He advanced another hundred steps—nothing;
he entered the field and went right up to the little hole where
he had buried his sovereigns—and nothing. He then became
very thoughtful and, forgetting the rules of society and good
manners, he took his hands out of his pocket and gave his head
a long scratch.</p>
<p>At that moment he heard an explosion of laughter close
to him and, looking up, he saw a large Parrot perched on a
tree, who was pruning the few feathers he had left.</p>
<p>"Why are you laughing?" asked Pinocchio in an angry
voice.</p>
<p>"I am laughing because in pruning my feathers I tickled
myself under my wings."</p>
<p>The puppet did not answer, but went to the canal and,
filling the same old shoe full of water, he proceeded to water
the earth afresh that covered his gold pieces.</p>
<p>While he was thus occupied another laugh, still more impertinent
than the first, rang out in the silence of that solitary
place.</p>
<p>"Once for all," shouted Pinocchio in a rage, "may I know,
you ill-educated Parrot, what you are laughing at?"</p>
<p>"I am laughing at those simpletons who believe in all the
foolish things that are told them, and who allow themselves
to be entrapped by those who are more cunning than they are."</p>
<p>"Are you perhaps speaking of me?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio—of you who
are simple enough to believe that money can be sown and
gathered in fields in the same way as beans and gourds. I
also believed it once and today I am suffering for it. Today—but
it is too late—I have at last learned that to put a few
pennies honestly together it is necessary to know how to earn
them, either by the work of our own hands or by the cleverness
of our own brains."</p>
<p>"I don't understand you," said the puppet, who was
already trembling with fear.</p>
<p>"Have patience! I will explain myself better," rejoined
the Parrot. "You must know, then, that while you were in
the town the Fox and the Cat returned to the field; they took
the buried money and then fled like the wind. And now he
that catches them will be clever."</p>
<p>Pinocchio remained with his mouth open and, not choosing
to believe the Parrot's words, he began with his hands and
nails to dig up the earth that he had watered. And he dug,
and dug, and dug, and made such a deep hole that a rick of
straw might have stood upright in it, but the money was no
longer there.</p>
<p>He rushed back to the town in a state of desperation and
went at once to the Courts of Justice to denounce the two
knaves who had robbed him to the judge.</p>
<p>The judge was a big ape of the gorilla tribe, an old ape
respectable for his age, his white beard, but especially for his
gold spectacles without glasses that he was always obliged to
wear, on account of an inflammation of the eyes that had
tormented him for many years.</p>
<p>Pinocchio related in the presence of the judge all the
particulars of the infamous fraud of which he had been the
victim. He gave the names, the surnames, and other details,
of the two rascals, and ended by demanding justice.</p>
<p>The judge listened with great benignity; took a lively
interest in the story; was much touched and moved; and when
the puppet had nothing further to say he stretched out his
hand and rang a bell.</p>
<p>At this summons two mastiffs immediately appeared dressed
as gendarmes. The judge then, pointing to Pinocchio, said
to them:</p>
<p>"That poor devil has been robbed of four gold pieces; take
him away and put him immediately into prison."</p>
<p>The puppet was petrified on hearing this unexpected sentence
and tried to protest; but the gendarmes, to avoid losing
time, stopped his mouth and carried him off to the lockup.</p>
<p>And there he remained for four months—four long months—and
he would have remained longer still if a fortunate chance
had not released him. The young Emperor who reigned over
the town of "Trap for Blockheads," having won a splendid
victory over his enemies, ordered great public rejoicings. There
were illuminations, fireworks, horse races and velocipede races,
and as a further sign of triumph he commanded that the prisons
should be opened and all the prisoners freed.</p>
<p>"If the others are to be let out of prison, I will go also,"
said Pinocchio to the jailor.</p>
<p>"No, not you," said the jailor, "because you do not belong
to the fortunate class."</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon," replied Pinocchio, "I am also a
criminal."</p>
<p>"In that case you are perfectly right," said the jailor, and,
taking off his hat and bowing to him respectfully, he opened
the prison doors and let him escape.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO STARTS BACK TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE</h2>
<p>You can imagine Pinocchio's joy when he found himself
free. Without stopping to take breath he immediately
left the town and took the road that led to the Fairy's house.</p>
<p>On account of the rainy weather the road had become a
marsh into which he sank knee-deep. But the puppet would
not give in. Tormented by the desire of seeing his father and
his little sister with blue hair again, he ran on like a greyhound,
and as he ran he was splashed with mud from head to
foot. And he said to himself as he went along: "How many
misfortunes have happened to me. But I deserved them, for
I am an obstinate, passionate puppet. I am always bent upon
having my own way, without listening to those who wish me
well, and who have a thousand times more sense than I have!
But from this time forth I am determined to change and to
become orderly and obedient. For at last I have seen that
disobedient boys come to no good and gain nothing. And
has my papa waited for me? Shall I find him at the Fairy's
house? Poor man, it is so long since I last saw him: I am
dying to embrace him and to cover him with kisses! And will
the Fairy forgive me my bad conduct to her? To think of
all the kindness and loving care I received from her, to think
that if I am now alive I owe it to her! Would it be possible
to find a more ungrateful boy, or one with less heart than
I have?"</p>
<p>Whilst he was saying this he stopped suddenly, frightened
to death, and made four steps backwards.</p>
<p>What had he seen?</p>
<p>He had seen an immense Serpent stretched across the
road. Its skin was green, it had red eyes, and a pointed tail
that was smoking like a chimney.</p>
<p>It would be impossible to imagine the puppet's terror. He
walked away to a safe distance and, sitting down on a heap
of stones, waited until the Serpent should have gone about its
business and left the road clear.</p>
<p>He waited an hour; two hours; three hours; but the Serpent
was always there, and even from a distance he could see
the red light of his fiery eyes and the column of smoke that
ascended from the end of his tail.</p>
<p>At last Pinocchio, trying to feel courageous, approached
to within a few steps, and said to the Serpent in a little soft,
insinuating voice:</p>
<p>"Excuse me. Sir Serpent, but would you be so good as
to move a little to one side—just enough to allow me to pass?"</p>
<p>He might as well have spoken to the wall. Nobody moved.</p>
<p>He began again in the same soft voice:</p>
<p>"You must know. Sir Serpent, that I am on my way
home, where my father is waiting for me, and it is such a
long time since I saw him last! Will you, therefore, allow
me to continue my road?"</p>
<p>He waited for a sign in answer to this request, but there
was none; in fact, the Serpent, who up to that moment had
been sprightly and full of life, became motionless and almost
rigid. He shut his eyes and his tail ceased smoking.</p>
<p>"Can he really be dead?" said Pinocchio, rubbing his hands
with delight. He determined to jump over him and reach the
other side of the road. But, just as he was going to leap, the
Serpent raised himself suddenly on end, like a spring set in
motion; and the puppet, drawing back, in his terror caught his
feet and fell to the ground.</p>
<p>And he fell so awkwardly that his head stuck in the mud
and his legs went into the air.</p>
<p>At the sight of the puppet kicking violently with his head
in the mud, the Serpent went into convulsions of laughter, and
laughed, and laughed, until he broke a blood-vessel in his chest
and died. And that time he was really dead.</p>
<p>Pinocchio then set off running, in hopes that he should
reach the Fairy's house before dark. But before long he began
to suffer so dreadfully from hunger that he could not bear
it, and he jumped into a field by the wayside, intending to
pick some bunches of Muscatel grapes. Oh, that he had never
done it!</p>
<p>He had scarcely reached the vines when crack—his legs
were caught between two cutting iron bars and he became so
giddy with pain that stars of every color danced before his eyes.</p>
<p>The poor puppet had been taken in a trap put there to
capture some big polecats which were the scourge of the poultry-yards
in the neighborhood.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-095.png"
alt="Pinocchio Gets His Foot Caught in a Trap" title="Pinocchio Gets His Foot Caught in a Trap" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO ACTS AS WATCH-DOG</h2>
<p>Pinocchio began to cry and scream, but his tears and
groans were useless, for there was not a house to be seen,
and not a living soul passed down the road.</p>
<p>At last night came on.</p>
<p>Partly from the pain of the trap, that cut his legs, and
a little from fear at finding himself alone in the dark in the
midst of the fields, the puppet was on the point of fainting.
Just at that moment he saw a Firefly flitting over his head.
He called to it and said:</p>
<p>"Oh, little Firefly, will you have pity on me and liberate
me from this torture?"</p>
<p>"Poor boy!" said the Firefly, stopping and looking at
him with compassion; "but how could your legs have been
caught by those sharp irons?"</p>
<p>"I came into the field to pick two bunches of these Muscatel
grapes, and—"</p>
<p>"But were the grapes yours?"</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"Then who taught you to carry off other people's property?"</p>
<p>"I was so hungry."</p>
<p>"Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for appropriating
what does not belong to us."</p>
<p>"That is true, that is true!" said Pinocchio, crying. "I
will never do it again."</p>
<p>At this moment their conversation was interrupted by a
slight sound of approaching footsteps. It was the owner of
the field coming on tiptoe to see if one of the polecats that
ate his chickens during the night had been caught in his trap.</p>
<p>His astonishment was great when, having brought out his
lantern from under his coat, he perceived that instead of a
polecat a boy had been taken.</p>
<p>"Ah, little thief," said the angry peasant, "then it is you
who carries off my chickens?"</p>
<p>"No, it is not I; indeed it is not!" cried Pinocchio, sobbing.
"I only came into the field to take two bunches of
grapes!"</p>
<p>"He who steals grapes is quite capable of stealing chickens.
Leave it to me, I will give you a lesson that you will not
forget in a hurry."</p>
<p>Opening the trap, he seized the puppet by the collar and
carried him to his house as if he had been a young lamb.</p>
<p>When he reached the yard in front of the house he threw
him roughly on the ground and, putting his foot on his neck,
he said to him:</p>
<p>"It is late and I want to go to bed; we will settle our
accounts tomorrow. In the meanwhile, as the dog who kept
guard at night died today, you shall take his place at once.
You shall be my watch-dog."</p>
<p>And, taking a great collar covered with brass knobs, he
strapped it so tightly round his throat that he was not able
to draw his head out of it. A heavy chain attached to the
collar was fastened to the wall.</p>
<p>"If it should rain tonight," he then said to him, "you can
go and lie down in the kennel; the straw that has served as a
bed for my poor dog for the last four years is still there. If
unfortunately robbers should come, remember to keep your
ears pricked and to bark."</p>
<p>After giving him this last injunction the man went into
the house, shut the door, and put up the chain.</p>
<p>Poor Pinocchio remained lying on the ground more dead
than alive from the effects of cold, hunger and fear. From
time to time he put his hands angrily to the collar that tightened
his throat and said, crying:</p>
<p>"It serves me right! Decidedly, it serves me right! I
was determined to be a vagabond and a good-for-nothing. I
would listen to bad companions, and that is why I always meet
with misfortunes. If I had been a good little boy, as so many
are; if I had remained at home with my poor papa, I should
not now be in the midst of the fields and obliged to be the
watch-dog to a peasant's house. Oh, if I could be born again!
But now it is too late and I must have patience!"</p>
<p>Relieved by this little outburst, which came straight from
his heart, he went into the dog-kennel and fell asleep.</p>
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<p><a name="illus-098" id="illus-098"></a></p>
<img src="images/illus-098.png"
alt="The New Watch-Dog" title="The New Watch-Dog" />
</div>
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS</h2>
<p>He had been sleeping heavily for about two hours when,
towards midnight, he was aroused by a whispering of
strange voices that seemed to come from the courtyard. Putting
the point of his nose out of the kennel, he saw four little
beasts with dark fur, that looked like cats, standing consulting
together. But they were not cats; they were polecats—carnivorous
little animals, especially greedy for eggs and young
chickens. One of the polecats, leaving his companions, came
to the opening of the kennel and said in a low voice:</p>
<p>"Good evening, Melampo."</p>
<p>"My name is not Melampo," answered the puppet.</p>
<p>"Oh! then who are you?"</p>
<p>"I am Pinocchio."</p>
<p>"And what are you doing here?"</p>
<p>"I am acting as watch-dog."</p>
<p>"Then where is Melampo? Where is the old dog who
lived in this kennel?"</p>
<p>"He died this morning."</p>
<p>"Is he dead? Poor beast! He was so good. But, judging
you by your face, I should say that you were also a
good dog."</p>
<p>"I beg your pardon, I am not a dog."</p>
<p>"Not a dog? Then what are you?"</p>
<p>"I am a puppet."</p>
<p>"And you are acting as watch-dog?"</p>
<p>"That is only too true—as a punishment."</p>
<p>"Well, then, I will offer you the same conditions that
we made with the deceased Melampo, and I am sure you will
be satisfied with them."</p>
<p>"What are these conditions?"</p>
<p>"One night in every week you are to permit us to visit
this poultry-yard as we have hitherto done, and to carry off
eight chickens. Of these chickens seven are to be eaten by
us, and one we will give to you, on the express understanding,
however, that you pretend to be asleep, and that it never
enters your head to bark and to waken the peasant."</p>
<p>"Did Melampo act in this manner?" asked Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Certainly, and we were always on the best terms with
him. Sleep quietly, and rest assured that before we go we
will leave by the kennel a beautiful chicken ready plucked for
your breakfast tomorrow. Have we understood each other
clearly?"</p>
<p>"Only too clearly!" answered Pinocchio, and he shook his
head threateningly, as much as to say: "You shall hear of
this shortly!"</p>
<p>The four polecats, thinking themselves safe, repaired to
the poultry-yard, which was close to the kennel, and, having
opened the wooden gate with their teeth and claws, they slipped
in one by one. But they had only just passed through when
they heard the gate shut behind them with great violence.</p>
<p>It was Pinocchio who had shut it, and for greater security
he put a large stone against it to keep it closed.</p>
<p>He then began to bark, and he barked exactly like a
watch-dog: "Bow-wow, bow-wow."</p>
<p>Hearing the barking, the peasant jumped out of bed and,
taking his gun, he came to the window and asked:</p>
<p>"What is the matter?"</p>
<p>"There are robbers!" answered Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Where are they?"</p>
<p>"In the poultry-yard."</p>
<p>"I will come down directly."</p>
<p>In fact, in less time than it takes to say "Amen!" the
peasant came down. He rushed into the poultry-yard, caught
the polecats, and, having put them into a sack, he said to
them in a tone of great satisfaction:</p>
<p>"At last you have fallen into my hands! I might punish
you, but I am not so cruel. I will content myself instead by
carrying you in the morning to the innkeeper of the neighboring
village, who will skin and cook you as hares with a sweet
and sour sauce. It is an honor that you don't deserve, but
generous people like me don't consider such trifles!"</p>
<p>He then approached Pinocchio and began to caress him,
and amongst other things he asked him:</p>
<p>"How did you manage to discover the four thieves? To
think that Melampo, my faithful Melampo, never found out
anything!"</p>
<p>The puppet might then have told him the whole story;
he might have informed him of the disgraceful conditions that
had been made between the dog and the polecats; but he remembered
that the dog was dead and he thought to himself:</p>
<p>"What is the good of accusing the dead? The dead are
dead, and the best thing to be done is to leave them in peace!"</p>
<p>"When the thieves got into the yard, were you asleep or
awake?" the peasant went on to ask him.</p>
<p>"I was asleep," answered Pinocchio, "but the polecats woke
me with their chatter and one of them came to the kennel and
said to me: 'If you promise not to bark, and not to wake the
master, we will make you a present of a fine chicken ready
plucked!' To think that they should have had the audacity
to make such a proposal to me! For, although I am a puppet,
possessing perhaps nearly all the faults in the world, there is
one that I certainly will never be guilty of, that of making
terms with, and sharing the gains of, dishonest people!"</p>
<p>"Well said, my boy!" cried the peasant, slapping him on
the shoulder. "Such sentiments do you honor; and as a proof
of my gratitude I will at once set you at liberty, and you may
return home."</p>
<p>And he removed the dog-collar.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-102.png"
alt="Pinocchio's Wild Ride on the Pigeon's Back" title="Pinocchio's Wild Ride on the Pigeon's Back" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO FLIES TO THE SEASHORE</h2>
<p>As soon as Pinocchio was released from the heavy and humiliating
weight of the dog-collar he started off across the
fields and never stopped until he had reached the high road
that led to the Fairy's house. He could see amongst the trees
the top of the Big Oak to which he had been hung, but, although
he looked in every direction, the little house belonging to the
beautiful Child with the blue hair was nowhere visible.</p>
<p>Seized with a sad presentiment, he began to run with all
the strength he had left and in a few minutes he reached the
field where the little white house had once stood. But it was
no longer there. Instead of the house he saw a marble stone,
on which were engraved these sad words:</p>
<p class="center"> HERE LIES<br />
THE CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR<br />
WHO DIED FROM SORROW<br />
BECAUSE SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER<br />
LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO</p>
<p>I leave you to imagine the puppet's feelings when he had
with difficulty spelled out this epitaph. He fell with his face
on the ground and, covering the tombstone with a thousand
kisses, burst into an agony of tears. He cried all night and
when morning came he was still crying, although he had no
tears left, and his sobs and lamentations were so acute and
heart-breaking that they aroused the echoes in the surrounding
hills.</p>
<p>And as he wept he said:</p>
<p>"Oh, little Fairy, why did you die? Why did I not die
instead of you, I who am so wicked, whilst you were so good?
And my papa? Where can he be? Oh, little Fairy, tell me
where I can find him, for I want to remain with him always
and never leave him again, never again! Oh, little Fairy, tell
me that it is not true that you are dead! If you really love
your little brother, come to life again. Does it not grieve
you to see me alone and abandoned by everybody? If assassins
come they will hang me again to the branch of a tree, and
then I should die indeed. What do you imagine that I can
do here alone in the world? Now that I have lost you and
my papa, who will give me food? Where shall I go to sleep
at night? Who will make me a new jacket? Oh, it would
be better, a hundred times better, for me to die also! Yes,
I want to die—oh! oh! oh!"</p>
<p>And in his despair he tried to tear his hair, but his hair
was made of wood so he could not even have the satisfaction
of sticking his fingers into it.</p>
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<tr><td align='center'><big><b>An Immense Serpent Stretched<br />
Across the Road</b></big></td>
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<img src="images/illus-105.png"
alt="An Immense Serpent Stretched across the Road" title="An Immense Serpent Stretched across the Road" /></td></tr>
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<p>Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head and, stopping
with distended wings, called down to him from a great height:</p>
<p>"Tell me, child, what are you doing there?"</p>
<p>"Don't you see? I am crying!" said Pinocchio, raising
his head towards the voice and rubbing his eyes with his jacket.</p>
<p>"Tell me," continued the Pigeon, "amongst your companions,
do you happen to know a puppet who is called Pinocchio?"</p>
<p>"Pinocchio? Did you say Pinocchio?" repeated the puppet,
jumping quickly to his feet. "I am Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>At this answer the Pigeon descended rapidly to the ground.
He was larger than a turkey.</p>
<p>"Do you also know Geppetto?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Do I know him! He is my poor papa! Has he perhaps
spoken to you of me? Will you take me to him? Is he still
alive? Answer me, for pity's sake: is he still alive?"</p>
<p>"I left him three days ago on the seashore."</p>
<p>"What was he doing?"</p>
<p>"He was building a little boat for himself, to cross the
ocean. For more than three months that poor man has been
going all round the world looking for you. Not having succeeded
in finding you, he has now taken it into his head to go
to the distant countries of the New World in search of you."</p>
<p>"How far is it from here to the shore?" asked Pinocchio
breathlessly.</p>
<p>"More than six hundred miles."</p>
<p>"Six hundred miles? Oh, beautiful Pigeon, what a fine
thing it would be to have your wings!"</p>
<p>"If you wish to go, I will carry you there."</p>
<p>"How?"</p>
<p>"On my back. Do you weigh much?"</p>
<p>"I weigh next to nothing. I am as light as a feather."</p>
<p>And without waiting for more Pinocchio jumped at once
on the Pigeon's back and, putting a leg on each side of him
as men do on horseback, he exclaimed joyfully:</p>
<p>"Gallop, gallop, my little horse, for I am anxious to arrive
quickly!"</p>
<p>The Pigeon took flight and in a few minutes had soared
so high that they almost touched the clouds. Finding himself
at such an immense height the puppet had the curiosity to turn
and look down; but his head spun round and he became so
frightened to save himself from the danger of falling he wound
his arms tightly round the neck of his feathered steed.</p>
<p>They flew all day. Towards evening the Pigeon said:</p>
<p>"I am very thirsty!"</p>
<p>"And I am very hungry!" rejoined Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Let us stop at that dovecote for a few minutes and then
we will continue our journey, so that we may reach the seashore
by dawn tomorrow."</p>
<p>They went into a deserted dovecote, where they found
nothing but a basin full of water and a basket full of vetch.</p>
<p>The puppet had never in his life been able to eat vetch:
according to him it made him sick. That evening, however,
he ate to repletion, and when he had nearly emptied the basket
he turned to the Pigeon and said to him:</p>
<p>"I never could have believed that vetch was so good!"</p>
<p>"Be assured, my boy," replied the Pigeon, "that when
hunger is real, and there is nothing else to eat, even vetch
becomes delicious. Hunger knows neither caprice nor greediness."</p>
<p>Having quickly finished their little meal they recommenced
their journey and flew away. The following morning they
reached the seashore.</p>
<p>The Pigeon placed Pinocchio on the ground and, not wishing
to be troubled with thanks for having done a good action,
flew quickly away and disappeared.</p>
<p>The shore was crowded with people who were looking
out to sea, shouting and gesticulating.</p>
<p>"What has happened?" asked Pinocchio of an old woman.</p>
<p>"A poor father who has lost his son has gone away in a
boat to search for him on the other side of the water, and
today the sea is tempestuous and the little boat is in danger
of sinking."</p>
<p>"Where is the little boat?"</p>
<p>"It is out there in a line with my finger," said the old
woman, pointing to a little boat which, seen at that distance,
looked like a nutshell with a very little man in it.</p>
<p>Pinocchio fixed his eyes on it and after looking attentively
he gave a piercing scream, crying:</p>
<p>"It is my papa! It is my papa!"</p>
<p>The boat, meanwhile, beaten by the fury of the waves, at
one moment disappeared in the trough of the sea, and the next
came again to the surface. Pinocchio, standing on the top of
a high rock, kept calling to his father by name, and making
every kind of signal to him with his hands, his handkerchief,
and his cap.</p>
<p>And, although he was so far off, Geppetto appeared to
recognize his son, for he also took off his cap and waved it,
and tried by gestures to make him understand that he would
have returned if it had been possible, but that the sea was so
tempestuous that he could not use his oars or approach the shore.</p>
<p>Suddenly a tremendous wave rose and the boat disappeared.
They waited, hoping it would come again to the surface,
but it was seen no more.</p>
<p>"Poor man!" said the fishermen who were assembled on
the shore; murmuring a prayer, they turned to go home.</p>
<p>Just then they heard a desperate cry and, looking back,
they saw a little boy who exclaimed, as he jumped from a rock
into the sea:</p>
<p>"I will save my papa!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio, being made of wood, floated easily and he swam
like a fish. At one moment they saw him disappear under the
water, carried down by the fury of the waves, and next he
reappeared struggling with a leg or an arm. At last they lost
sight of him and he was seen no more.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN</h2>
<p>Pinocchio, hoping to be in time to help his father, swam
the whole night.</p>
<p>And what a horrible night it was! The rain came down
in torrents, it hailed, the thunder was frightful, and the flashes
of lightning made it as light as day.</p>
<p>Towards morning he saw a long strip of land not far off.
It was an island in the midst of the sea.</p>
<p>He tried his utmost to reach the shore, but it was all in
vain. The waves, racing and tumbling over each other, knocked
him about as if he had been a stick or a wisp of straw. At
last, fortunately for him, a billow rolled up with such fury
and impetuosity that he was lifted up and thrown far on to
the sands.</p>
<p>He fell with such force that, as he struck the ground, his
ribs and all his joints cracked, but he comforted himself, saying:</p>
<p>"This time also I have made a wonderful escape!"</p>
<p>Little by little the sky cleared, the sun shone out in all
his splendor, and the sea became as quiet and as smooth as oil.</p>
<p>The puppet put his clothes in the sun to dry and began
to look in every direction in hopes of seeing on the vast expanse
of water a little boat with a little man in it. But, although
he looked and looked, he could see nothing but the sky, and
the sea, and the sail of some ship, but so far away that it seemed
no bigger than a fly.</p>
<p>"If I only knew what this island was called!" he said to
himself. "If I only knew whether it was inhabited by civilized
people—I mean, by people who have not the bad habit
of hanging boys to the branches of the trees. But whom can
I ask? Whom, if there is nobody?"</p>
<p>This idea of finding himself alone, alone, all alone, in the
midst of this great uninhabited country, made him so melancholy
that he was just beginning to cry. But at that moment,
at a short distance from the shore, he saw a big fish swimming
by; it was going quietly on its own business with its head out
of the water.</p>
<p>Not knowing its name, the puppet called to it in a loud
voice to make himself heard:</p>
<p>"Eh, Sir Fish, will you permit me a word with you?"</p>
<p>"Two if you like," answered the fish, who was a Dolphin,
and so polite that few similar are to be found in any sea in
the world.</p>
<p>"Will you be kind enough to tell me if there are villages
in this island where it would be possible to obtain something
to eat, without running the danger of being eaten?"</p>
<p>"Certainly there are," replied the Dolphin. "Indeed, you
will find one at a short distance from here."</p>
<p>"And what road must I take to go there?"</p>
<p>"You must take that path to your left and follow your
nose. You cannot make a mistake."</p>
<p>"Will you tell me another thing? You who swim about
the sea all day and all night, have you by chance met a little
boat with my papa in it?"</p>
<p>"And who is your papa?"</p>
<p>"He is the best papa in the world, whilst it would be
difficult to find a worse son than I am."</p>
<p>"During the terrible storm last night," answered the Dolphin,
"the little boat must have gone to the bottom."</p>
<p>"And my papa?"</p>
<p>"He must have been swallowed by the terrible Dog-Fish,
who for some days past has been spreading devastation and
ruin in our waters."</p>
<p>"Is this Dog-Fish very big?" asked Pinocchio, who was
already beginning to quake with fear.</p>
<p>"Big!" replied the Dolphin. "That you may form some
idea of his size, I need only tell you that he is bigger than a
five-storied house, and that his mouth is so enormous and so
deep that a railway train with its smoking engine could pass
down his throat."</p>
<p>"Mercy upon us!" exclaimed the terrified puppet; and,
putting on his clothes with the greatest haste, he said to the
Dolphin:</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Sir Fish; excuse the trouble I have given you,
and many thanks for your politeness."</p>
<p>He then took the path that had been pointed out to him
and began to walk fast—so fast, indeed, that he was almost
running. And at the slightest noise he turned to look behind
him, fearing that he might see the terrible Dog-Fish with a
railway train in its mouth following him.</p>
<p>After a walk of half an hour he reached a little village
called "The Village of the Industrious Bees." The road was
alive with people running here and there to attend to their
business; all were at work, all had something to do. You
could not have found an idler or a vagabond, not even if you
had searched for him with a lighted lamp.</p>
<p>"Ah!" said that lazy Pinocchio at once, "I see that this
village will never suit me! I wasn't born to work!"</p>
<p>In the meanwhile he was tormented by hunger, for he had
eaten nothing for twenty-four hours—not even vetch. What
was he to do?</p>
<p>There were only two ways by which he could obtain food—either
by asking for a little work, or by begging for a nickel
or for a mouthful of bread.</p>
<p>He was ashamed to beg, for his father had always preached
to him that no one had a right to beg except the aged and
the infirm. The really poor in this world, deserving of compassion
and assistance, are only those who from age or sickness
are no longer able to earn their own bread with the labor of
their hands. It is the duty of every one else to work; and if
they will not work, so much the worse for them if they suffer
from hunger.</p>
<p>At that moment a man came down the road, tired and
panting for breath. He was dragging, alone, with fatigue and
difficulty, two carts full of charcoal.</p>
<p>Pinocchio, judging by his face that he was a kind man,
approached him and, casting down his eyes with shame, he
said to him in a low voice:</p>
<p>"Would you have the charity to give me a nickel, for I
am dying of hunger?"</p>
<p>"You shall have not only a nickel," said the man, "but I
will give you a quarter, provided that you help me to drag
home these two carts of charcoal."</p>
<p>"I am surprised at you!" answered the puppet in a tone
of offense. "Let me tell you that I am not accustomed to do
the work of a donkey: I have never drawn a cart!"</p>
<p>"So much the better for you," answered the man. "Then,
my boy, if you are really dying of hunger, eat two fine slices
of your pride, and be careful not to get indigestion."</p>
<p>A few minutes afterwards a mason passed down the road
carrying on his shoulders a basket of lime.</p>
<p>"Would you have the charity, good man, to give a nickel
to a poor boy who is yawning for want of food?"</p>
<p>"Willingly," answered the man. "Come with me and
carry the lime, and instead of a nickel I will give you a
quarter."</p>
<p>"But the lime is heavy," objected Pinocchio, "and I don't
want to tire myself."</p>
<p>"If you don't want to tire yourself, then, my boy, amuse
yourself with yawning, and much good may it do you."</p>
<p>In less than half an hour twenty other people went by,
and Pinocchio asked charity of them all, but they all answered:</p>
<p>"Are you not ashamed to beg? Instead of idling about
the roads, go and look for a little work and learn to earn
your bread."</p>
<p>At last a nice little woman carrying two cans of water
came by.</p>
<p>"Will you let me drink a little water out of your can?"
asked Pinocchio, who was burning with thirst.</p>
<p>"Drink, my boy, if you wish it!" said the little woman,
setting down the two cans.</p>
<p>Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried his mouth
he mumbled:</p>
<p>"I have quenched my thirst. If I could only appease
my hunger!"</p>
<p>The good woman, hearing these words, said at once:</p>
<p>"If you will help me to carry home these two cans of water
I will give you a fine piece of bread."</p>
<p>Pinocchio looked at the can and answered neither yes
nor no.</p>
<p>"And besides the bread you shall have a nice dish of cauliflower
dressed with oil and vinegar," added the good woman.</p>
<p>Pinocchio gave another look at the can and answered
neither yes nor no.</p>
<p>"And after the cauliflower I will give you a beautiful
bonbon full of syrup."</p>
<p>The temptation of this last dainty was so great that Pinocchio
could resist no longer and with an air of decision he said:</p>
<p>"I must have patience! I will carry the can to your house."</p>
<p>The can was heavy and the puppet, not being strong
enough to carry it in his hand, had to resign himself to carry
it on his head.</p>
<p>When they reached the house the good little woman made
Pinocchio sit down at a small table already laid and she placed
before him the bread, the cauliflower and the bonbon.</p>
<p>Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His stomach was like
an apartment that had been left empty and uninhabited for
five months.</p>
<p>When his ravenous hunger was somewhat appeased he
raised his head to thank his benefactress, but he had no sooner
looked at her than he gave a prolonged "Oh-h!" of astonishment
and continued staring at her with wide open eyes, his
fork in the air, and his mouth full of bread and cauliflower,
as if he had been bewitched.</p>
<p>"What has surprised you so much?" asked the good woman,
laughing.</p>
<p>"It is—" answered the puppet, "it is—it is—that you
are like—that you remind me—yes, yes, yes, the same voice—the
same eyes—the same hair—yes, yes, yes—you also have blue
hair—as she had—Oh, little Fairy! tell me that it is you, really
you! Do not make me cry any more! If you knew—I have
cried so much, I have suffered so much."</p>
<p>And, throwing himself at her feet on the floor, Pinocchio
embraced the knees of the mysterious little woman and began
to cry bitterly.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD</h2>
<p>At first the good little woman maintained that she was not
the little Fairy with blue hair, but, seeing that she was
found out and not wishing to continue the comedy any longer,
she ended by making herself known, and she said to Pinocchio:</p>
<p>"You little rogue! how did you ever discover who I was?"</p>
<p>"It was my great affection for you that told me."</p>
<p>"Do you remember? You left me a child, and now that
you have found me again I am a woman—a woman almost old
enough to be your mamma."</p>
<p>"I am delighted at that, for now, instead of calling you
little sister, I will call you mamma. I have wished for such a
long time to have a mamma like other boys! But how did you
manage to grow so fast?"</p>
<p>"That is a secret."</p>
<p>"Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow. Don't
you see? I always remain no bigger than a ninepin."</p>
<p>"But you cannot grow," replied the Fairy.</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because puppets never grow. They are born puppets,
live puppets, and die puppets."</p>
<p>"Oh, I am sick of being a puppet!" cried Pinocchio, giving
himself a slap. "It is time that I became a man."</p>
<p>"And you will become one, if you know how to deserve it."</p>
<p>"Not really? And what can I do to deserve it?"</p>
<p>"A very easy thing: by learning to be a good boy."</p>
<p>"And you think I am not?"</p>
<p>"You are quite the contrary. Good boys are obedient,
and you—"</p>
<p>"And I never obey."</p>
<p>"Good boys like to learn and to work, and you—"</p>
<p>"And I instead lead an idle, vagabond life the year
through."</p>
<p>"Good boys always speak the truth."</p>
<p>"And I always tell lies."</p>
<p>"Good boys go willingly to school."</p>
<p>"And school gives me pain all over the body. But from
today I will change my life."</p>
<p>"Do you promise me?"</p>
<p>"I promise you. I will become a good little boy, and I
will be the consolation of my papa. Where is my poor papa
at this moment?"</p>
<p>"I do not know."</p>
<p>"Shall I ever have the happiness of seeing him again and
kissing him?"</p>
<p>"I think so; indeed, I am sure of it."</p>
<p>At this answer Pinocchio was so delighted that he took
the Fairy's hands and began to kiss them with such fervor
that he seemed beside himself. Then, raising his face and looking
at her lovingly, he asked:</p>
<p>"Tell me, little mamma: then it was not true that you
were dead?"</p>
<p>"It seems not," said the Fairy, smiling.</p>
<p>"If you only knew the sorrow I felt and the tightening
of my throat when I read, 'Here lies—'"</p>
<p>"I know it, and it is on that account that I have forgiven
you. I saw from the sincerity of your grief that you had a
good heart; and when boys have good hearts, even if they are
scamps and have got bad habits, there is always something
to hope for; that is, there is always hope that they will turn
to better ways. That is why I came to look for you here. I
will be your mamma."</p>
<p>"Oh, how delightful!" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy.</p>
<p>"You must obey me and do everything that I bid you."</p>
<p>"Willingly, willingly, willingly!"</p>
<p>"Tomorrow," rejoined the Fairy, "you will begin to go
to school."</p>
<p>Pinocchio became at once a little less joyful.</p>
<p>"Then you must choose an art, or a trade, according to
your own wishes."</p>
<p>Pinocchio became very grave.</p>
<p>"What are you muttering between your teeth?" asked the
Fairy in an angry voice.</p>
<p>"I was saying," moaned the puppet in a low voice, "that
it seemed to me too late for me to go to school now."</p>
<p>"No, sir. Keep it in mind that it is never too late to
learn and to instruct ourselves."</p>
<p>"But I do not wish to follow either an art or a trade."</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because it tires me to work."</p>
<p>"My boy," said the Fairy, "those who talk in that way
end almost always either in prison or in the hospital. Let me
tell you that every man, whether he is born rich or poor, is
obliged to do something in this world—to occupy himself, to
work. Woe to those who lead slothful lives. Sloth is a dreadful
illness and must be cured at once, in childhood. If not,
when we are old it can never be cured."</p>
<p>Pinocchio was touched by these words and, lifting his head
quickly, he said to the Fairy:</p>
<p>"I will study, I will work, I will do all that you tell me,
for indeed I have become weary of being a puppet, and I wish
at any price to become a boy. You promised me that I should,
did you not?"</p>
<p>"I did promise you, and it now depends upon yourself."</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h3>
<h2>THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH</h2>
<p>The following day Pinocchio went to the government school.
Imagine the delight of all the little rogues, when they
saw a puppet walk into their school! They set up a roar of
laughter that never ended. They played him all sorts of tricks.
One boy carried off his cap, another pulled his jacket behind;
one tried to give him a pair of inky mustachios just under his
nose, and another attempted to tie strings to his feet and hands
to make him dance.</p>
<p>For a short time Pinocchio pretended not to care and got
on as well as he could; but at last, losing all patience, he turned
to those who were teasing him most and making game of him,
and said to them, looking very angry:</p>
<p>"Beware, boys! I have not come here to be your buffoon.
I respect others, and I intend to be respected."</p>
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<p>"Well said, boaster! You have spoken like a book!"
howled the young rascals, convulsed with mad laughter, and
one of them, more impertinent than the others, stretched out
his hand, intending to seize the puppet by the end of his nose.</p>
<p>But he was not in time, for Pinocchio stuck his leg out
from under the table and gave him a great kick on his shins.</p>
<p>"Oh, what hard feet!" roared the boy, rubbing the bruise
that the puppet had given him.</p>
<p>"And what elbows! even harder than his feet!" said another,
who for his rude tricks had received a blow in the stomach.</p>
<p>But, nevertheless, the kick and the blow acquired at once
for Pinocchio the sympathy and the esteem of all the boys in
the school. They all made friends with him and liked him
heartily.</p>
<p>And even the master praised him, for he found him attentive,
studious and intelligent—always the first to come to school,
and the last to leave when school was over.</p>
<p>But he had one fault: he made too many friends, and
amongst them were several young rascals well known for their
dislike to study and love of mischief.</p>
<p>The master warned him every day, and even the good
Fairy never failed to tell him and to repeat constantly:</p>
<p>"Take care, Pinocchio! Those bad school-fellows of yours
will end sooner or later by making you lose all love of study,
and perhaps they may even bring upon you some great misfortune."</p>
<p>"There is no fear of that!" answered the puppet, shrugging
his shoulders and touching his forehead as much as to say:
"There is so much sense here!"</p>
<p>Now it happened that one fine day, as he was on his way
to school, he met several of his usual companions who, coming
up to him, asked:</p>
<p>"Have you heard the great news?"</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"In the sea near here a Dog-Fish has appeared as big
as a mountain."</p>
<p>"Not really? Can it be the same Dog-Fish that was there
when my papa was drowned?"</p>
<p>"We are going to the shore to see him. Will you come
with us?"</p>
<p>"No; I am going to school."</p>
<p>"What matters school? We can go to school tomorrow.
Whether we have a lesson more or a lesson less, we shall always
remain the same donkeys."</p>
<p>"But what will the master say?"</p>
<p>"The master may say what he likes. He is paid on purpose
to grumble all day."</p>
<p>"And my mamma?"</p>
<p>"Mammas know nothing," answered those bad little boys.</p>
<p>"Do you know what I will do?" said Pinocchio. "I have
reasons for wishing to see the Dog-Fish, but I will go and
see him when school is over."</p>
<p>"Poor donkey!" exclaimed one of the number. "Do you
suppose that a fish of that size will wait your convenience?
As soon as he is tired of being here he will start for another
place, and then it will be too late."</p>
<p>"How long does it take to go from here to the shore?"
asked the puppet.</p>
<p>"We can be there and back in an hour."</p>
<p>"Then away!" shouted Pinocchio, "and he who runs fastest
is the best!"</p>
<p>Having thus given the signal to start, the boys, with their
books and copy-books under their arms, rushed off across the
fields, and Pinocchio was always the first—he seemed to have
wings to his feet.</p>
<p>From time to time he turned to jeer at his companions,
who were some distance behind, and, seeing them panting for
breath, covered with dust, and their tongues hanging out of
their mouths, he laughed heartily. The unfortunate boy little
knew what terrors and horrible disasters he was going to
meet with!</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES</h2>
<p>When he arrived on the shore Pinocchio looked out to
sea, but he saw no Dog-Fish. The sea was as smooth
as a great crystal mirror.</p>
<p>"Where is the Dog-Fish?" he asked, turning to his companions.</p>
<p>"He must have gone to have his breakfast," said one of
them, laughing.</p>
<p>"Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to have a little
nap," added another, laughing still louder.</p>
<p>From their absurd answers and silly laughter Pinocchio
perceived that his companions had been making a fool of him,
in inducing him to believe a tale with no truth in it. Taking
it very badly, he said to them angrily:</p>
<p>"And now, may I ask what fun you could find in deceiving
me with the story of the Dog-Fish?"</p>
<p>"Oh, it was great fun!" answered the little rascals in chorus.</p>
<p>"And in what did it consist?"</p>
<p>"In making you miss school and persuading you to come
with us. Are you not ashamed of being always so punctual
and so diligent with your lessons? Are you not ashamed of
studying so hard?"</p>
<p>"And if I study hard, what concern is it of yours?"</p>
<p>"It concerns us excessively, because it makes us appear in
a bad light to the master."</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because boys who study make those who, like us, have
no wish to learn, seem worse by comparison. And that is too
bad. We, too, have our pride!"</p>
<p>"Then what must I do to please you?"</p>
<p>"You must follow our example and hate school, lessons,
and the master—our three greatest enemies."</p>
<p>"And if I wish to continue my studies?"</p>
<p>"In that case we will have nothing more to do with you,
and at the first opportunity we will make you pay for it."</p>
<p>"Really," said the puppet, shaking his head, "you make
me inclined to laugh."</p>
<p>"Eh, Pinocchio" shouted the biggest of the boys, confronting
him. "None of your superior airs: don't come here
to crow over us, for if you are not afraid of us, we are not
afraid of you. Remember that you are one against seven of us."</p>
<p>"Seven, like the seven deadly sins," said Pinocchio, with
a shout of laughter.</p>
<p>"Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He called us
the seven deadly sins!"</p>
<p>"Take that to begin with and keep it for your supper
tonight," said one of the boys.</p>
<p>And, so saying, he gave him a blow on the head with his fist.</p>
<p>But it was give and take; for the puppet, as was to be
expected, immediately returned the blow, and the fight in a
moment became general and desperate.</p>
<p>Pinocchio, although he was one alone, defended himself
like a hero. He used his feet, which were of the hardest wood,
to such purpose that he kept his enemies at a respectful distance.
Wherever they touched they left a bruise by way of
reminder.</p>
<p>The boys, becoming furious at not being able to measure
themselves hand to hand with the puppet, had recourse to other
weapons. Loosening their satchels, they commenced throwing
their school-books at him—grammars, dictionaries, spelling-books,
geography books, and other scholastic works. But
Pinocchio was quick and had sharp eyes, and always managed
to duck in time, so that the books passed over his head and
all fell into the sea.</p>
<p>Imagine the astonishment of the fish! Thinking that the
books were something to eat they all arrived in shoals, but,
having tasted a page or two, or a frontispiece, they spat it
quickly out and made a wry face that seemed to say: "It
isn't food for us; we are accustomed to something much better!"</p>
<p>The battle meantime had become fiercer than ever, when a
big crab, who had come out of the water and had climbed
slowly up on the shore, called out in a hoarse voice that sounded
like a trumpet with a bad cold:</p>
<p>"Have done with that, you young ruffians, for you are
nothing else! These hand-to-hand fights between boys seldom
finish well. Some disaster is sure to happen!"</p>
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<p><a name="hi-illus-130" id="hi-illus-130"></a></p>
<img src="images/hi-illus-130.jpg"
alt="FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED CARRYING A LITTLE BIER"
title="FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED CARRYING A LITTLE BIER" />
</div>
<p>Poor crab! He might as well have preached to the wind.
Even that young rascal, Pinocchio, turning around, looked at
him mockingly and said rudely:</p>
<p>"Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You had better
suck some liquorice lozenges to cure that cold in your throat."</p>
<p>Just then the boys, who had no more books of their own
to throw, spied at a little distance the satchel that belonged to
Pinocchio, and took possession of it.</p>
<p>Amongst the books there was one bound in strong cardboard
with the back and points of parchment. It was a Treatise
on Arithmetic.</p>
<p>One of the boys seized this volume and, aiming at Pinocchio's
head, threw it at him with all the force he could muster.
But instead of hitting the puppet it struck one of his
companions on the temple, who, turning as white as a sheet,
said only:</p>
<p>"Oh, mother! help, I am dying!" and fell his whole length
on the sand. Thinking he was dead, the terrified boys ran off
as hard as their legs could carry them and in a few minutes
they were out of sight.</p>
<p>But Pinocchio remained. Although from grief and fright
he was more dead than alive, nevertheless he ran and soaked
his handkerchief in the sea and began to bathe the temples of
his poor school-fellow. Crying bitterly in his despair, he kept
calling him by name and saying to him:</p>
<p>"Eugene! my poor Eugene! Open your eyes and look at
me! Why do you not answer? I did not do it; indeed it was
not I that hurt you so! believe me, it was not! Open your eyes,
Eugene. If you keep your eyes shut I shall die, too. Oh!
what shall I do? how shall I ever return home? How can I
ever have the courage to go back to my good mamma? What
will become of me? Where can I fly to? Oh! how much better
it would have been, a thousand times better, if I had only
gone to school! Why did I listen to my companions? they
have been my ruin. The master said to me, and my mamma
repeated it often: 'Beware of bad companions!' Oh, dear!
what will become of me, what will become of me, what will
become of me?"</p>
<p>And Pinocchio began to cry and sob, and to strike his head
with his fists, and to call poor Eugene by his name. Suddenly
he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.</p>
<p>He turned and saw two soldiers.</p>
<p>"What are you doing there, lying on the ground?" they
asked Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"I am helping my school-fellow."</p>
<p>"Has he been hurt?"</p>
<p>"So it seems."</p>
<p>"Hurt indeed!" said one of them, stooping down and
examining Eugene closely.</p>
<p>"This boy has been wounded in the temple. Who wounded
him?"</p>
<p>"Not I," stammered the puppet breathlessly.</p>
<p>"If it was not you, who then did it?"</p>
<p>"Not I," repeated Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"And with what was he wounded?"</p>
<p>"With this book." And the puppet picked up from the
ground the Treatise on Arithmetic, bound in cardboard and
parchment, and showed it to the soldier.</p>
<p>"And to whom does this belong?"</p>
<p>"To me."</p>
<p>"That is enough, nothing more is wanted. Get up and
come with us at once."</p>
<p>"But I—"</p>
<p>"Come along with us!"</p>
<p>"But I am innocent."</p>
<p>"Come along with us!"</p>
<p>Before they left, the soldiers called some fishermen who
were passing at that moment near the shore in their boat, and
said to them:</p>
<p>"We give this boy who has been wounded in the head in
your charge. Carry him to your house and nurse him. Tomorrow
we will come and see him."</p>
<p>They then turned to Pinocchio and, having placed him
between them, they said to him in a commanding voice:</p>
<p>"Forward! and walk quickly, or it will be the worse
for you."</p>
<p>Without requiring it to be repeated, the puppet set out
along the road leading to the village. But the poor little devil
hardly knew where he was. He thought he must be dreaming,
and what a dreadful dream! He was beside himself. He saw
double; his legs shook; his tongue clung to the roof of his
mouth, and he could not utter a word. And yet, in the midst
of his stupefaction and apathy, his heart was pierced by a cruel
thorn—the thought that he would pass under the windows of
the good Fairy's house between the soldiers. He would rather
have died.</p>
<p>They had already reached the village when a gust of wind
blew Pinocchio's cap off his head and carried it ten yards off.</p>
<p>"Will you permit me," said the puppet to the soldiers,
"to go and get my cap?"</p>
<p>"Go, then; but be quick about it."</p>
<p>The puppet went and picked up his cap, but instead of
putting it on his head he took it between his teeth and began
to run as hard as he could towards the seashore.</p>
<p>The soldiers, thinking it would be difficult to overtake him,
sent after him a large mastiff who had won the first prizes at
all the dog races. Pinocchio ran, but the dog ran faster. The
people came to their windows and crowded into the street in
their anxiety to see the end of the desperate race.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-135.png"
alt="The Fisherman Put His Hand into the Net" title="The Fisherman Put His Hand into the Net" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE A FISH</h2>
<p>There came a moment in this desperate race—a terrible
moment—when Pinocchio thought himself lost: for Alidoro,
the mastiff, had run so swiftly that he had nearly come up
with him.</p>
<p>The puppet could hear the panting of the dreadful beast
close behind him; there was not a hand's breadth between them,
he could even feel the dog's hot breath.</p>
<p>Fortunately the shore was close and the sea but a few
steps off.</p>
<p>As soon as he reached the sands the puppet made a wonderful
leap—a frog could have done no better—and plunged
into the water.</p>
<p>Alidoro, on the contrary, wished to stop himself, but, carried
away by the impetus of the race, he also went into the
sea. The unfortunate dog could not swim, but he made great
efforts to keep himself afloat with his paws; but the more he
struggled the farther he sank head downwards under the water.</p>
<p>When he rose to the surface again his eyes were rolling
with terror, and he barked out:</p>
<p>"I am drowning! I am drowning!"</p>
<p>"Drown!" shouted Pinocchio from a distance, seeing himself
safe from all danger.</p>
<p>"Help me, dear Pinocchio! Save me from death!"</p>
<p>At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in reality an
excellent heart, was moved with compassion, and, turning to
the dog, he said:</p>
<p>"But if I save your life, will you promise to give me no
further annoyance, and not to run after me?"</p>
<p>"I promise! I promise! Be quick, for pity's sake, for if
you delay another half-minute I shall be dead."</p>
<p>Pinocchio hesitated; but, remembering that his father had
often told him that a good action is never lost, he swam to
Alidoro, and, taking hold of his tail with both hands, brought
him safe and sound on to the dry sand of the beach.</p>
<p>The poor dog could not stand. He had drunk so much
salt water that he was like a balloon. The puppet, however,
not wishing to trust him too far, thought it more prudent to
jump again into the water. When he had swum some distance
from the shore he called out to the friend he had rescued:</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Alidoro; a good journey to you, and take
my compliments to all at home."</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Pinocchio," answered the dog; "a thousand
thanks for having saved my life. You have done me a great
service, and in this world what is given is returned. If an
occasion offers I shall not forget it."</p>
<p>Pinocchio swam on, keeping always near the land. At last
he thought that he had reached a safe place. Giving a look
along the shore, he saw amongst the rocks a kind of cave from
which a cloud of smoke was ascending.</p>
<p>"In that cave," he said to himself, "there must be a fire.
So much the better. I will go and dry and warm myself, and
then? and then we shall see."</p>
<p>Having taken the resolution he approached the rocks,
but, as he was going to climb up, he felt something under the
water that rose higher and higher and carried him into the air.
He tried to escape, but it was too late, for, to his extreme surprise,
he found himself enclosed in a great net, together with
a swarm of fish of every size and shape, who were flapping
and struggling like so many despairing souls.</p>
<p>At the same moment a fisherman came out of the cave;
he was so ugly, so horribly ugly, that he looked like a sea
monster. Instead of hair his head was covered with a thick
bush of green grass, his skin was green, his eyes were green,
his long beard that came down to the ground was also green.
He had the appearance of an immense lizard standing on its
hind-paws.</p>
<p>When the fisherman had drawn his net out of the sea,
he exclaimed with great satisfaction:</p>
<p>"Thank Heaven! Again today I shall have a splendid
feast of fish!"</p>
<p>"What a mercy that I am not a fish!" said Pinocchio to
himself, regaining a little courage.</p>
<p>The netful of fish was carried into the cave, which was
dark and smoky. In the middle of the cave a large frying-pan
full of oil was frying and sending out a smell of mushrooms
that was suffocating.</p>
<p>"Now we will see what fish we have taken!" said the
green fisherman, and, putting into the net an enormous hand,
so out of all proportion that it looked like a baker's shovel,
he pulled out a handful of fish.</p>
<p>"These fish are good!" he said, looking at them and smelling
them complacently. And after he had smelled them he
threw them into a pan without water.</p>
<p>He repeated the same operation many times, and as he
drew out the fish his mouth watered and he said, chuckling
to himself:</p>
<p>"What good whiting!"</p>
<p>"What exquisite sardines!"</p>
<p>"These soles are delicious!"</p>
<p>"And these crabs excellent!"</p>
<p>"What dear little anchovies!"</p>
<p>The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.</p>
<p>No sooner had the fisherman taken him out than he opened
his big green eyes with astonishment and cried, half frightened:</p>
<p>"What species of fish is this? Fish of this kind I never
remember to have eaten."</p>
<p>And he looked at him again attentively and, having examined
him well all over, he ended by saying:</p>
<p>"I know: he must be a craw-fish."</p>
<p>Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a craw-fish, said
in an angry voice:</p>
<p>"A craw-fish indeed! Do you take me for a craw-fish?
what treatment! Let me tell you that I am a puppet."</p>
<p>"A puppet?" replied the fisherman. "To tell the truth, a
puppet is quite a new fish for me. All the better! I shall
eat you with greater pleasure."</p>
<p>"Eat me! but will you understand that I am not a fish?
Do you hear that I talk and reason as you do?"</p>
<p>"That is quite true," said the fisherman; "and as I see
that you are a fish possessed of the talent of talking and
reasoning as I do, I will treat you with all the attention that
is your due."</p>
<p>"And this attention?"</p>
<p>"In token of my friendship and particular regard, I will
leave you the choice of how you would like to be cooked.
Would you like to be fried in the frying-pan, or would you
prefer to be stewed with tomato sauce?"</p>
<p>"To tell the truth," answered Pinocchio, "if I am to choose,
I should prefer to be set at liberty and to return home."</p>
<p>"You are joking! Do you imagine that I would lose the
opportunity of tasting such a rare fish? It is not every day,
I assure you, that a puppet fish is caught in these waters.
Leave it to me. I will fry you in the frying-pan with the
other fish, and you will be quite satisfied. It is always consolation
to be fried in company."</p>
<p>At this speech the unhappy Pinocchio began to cry and
scream and to implore for mercy, and he said, sobbing: "How
much better it would have been if I had gone to school! I
would listen to my companions and now I am paying for it."</p>
<p>And he wriggled like an eel and made indescribable efforts
to slip out of the clutches of the green fisherman. But it was
useless: the fisherman took a long strip of rush and, having
bound his hands and feet as if he had been a sausage, he
threw him into the pan with the other fish.</p>
<p>He then fetched a wooden bowl full of flour and began
to flour them each in turn, and as soon as they were ready he
threw them into the frying-pan.</p>
<p>The first to dance in the boiling oil were the poor whitings;
the crabs followed, then the sardines, then the soles, then the
anchovies, and at last it was Pinocchio's turn. Seeing himself
so near death, and such a horrible death, he was so frightened,
and trembled so violently, that he had neither voice nor breath
left for further entreaties.</p>
<p>But the poor boy implored with his eyes! The green fisherman,
however, without caring in the least, plunged him five
or six times in the flour, until he was white from head to foot
and looked like a puppet made of plaster.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-141.png"
alt="The Dog Seizes Pinocchio and Escapes" title="The Dog Seizes Pinocchio and Escapes" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</h3>
<h2>HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE</h2>
<p>Just as the fisherman was on the point of throwing Pinocchio
into the frying-pan a large dog entered the cave, enticed
there by the strong and savory odor of fried fish.</p>
<p>"Get out!" shouted the fisherman, threateningly, holding
the floured puppet in his hand.</p>
<p>But the poor dog, who was as hungry as a wolf, whined
and wagged his tail as much as to say:</p>
<p>"Give me a mouthful of fish and I will leave you in peace."</p>
<p>"Get out, I tell you!" repeated the fisherman and he
stretched out his leg to give him a kick.</p>
<p>But the dog, who, when he was really hungry, would not
stand trifling, turned upon him, growling and showing his terrible
tusks.</p>
<p>At that moment a little feeble voice was heard in the cave,
saying entreatingly:</p>
<p>"Save me, Alidoro! If you do not save me I shall be
fried!"</p>
<p>The dog recognized Pinocchio's voice and, to his extreme
surprise, perceived that it proceeded from the floured bundle
that the fisherman held in his hand.</p>
<p>So what do you think he did? He made a spring, seized
the bundle in his mouth, and, holding it gently between his
teeth, he rushed out of the cave and was gone like a flash of
lightning.</p>
<p>The fisherman, furious at seeing a fish he was so anxious
to eat snatched from him, ran after the dog, but he had not gone
many steps when he was taken with a fit of coughing and had
to give it up.</p>
<p>Alidoro, when he had reached the path that led to the village,
stopped and put his friend Pinocchio gently on the ground.</p>
<p>"How much I have to thank you for!" said the puppet.</p>
<p>"There is no necessity," replied the dog. "You saved me
and I have now returned it. You know that we must all help
each other in this world."</p>
<p>"But how came you to come to the cave?"</p>
<p>"I was lying on the shore more dead than alive when the
wind brought to me the smell of fried fish. The smell excited
my appetite and I followed it up. If I had arrived a second
later—"</p>
<p>"Do not mention it!" groaned Pinocchio, who was still trembling
with fright. "Do not mention it! If you had arrived
a second later I should by this time have been fried, eaten and
digested. Brrr! It makes me shudder only to think of it!"</p>
<p>Alidoro, laughing, extended his right paw to the puppet,
who shook it heartily in token of great friendship, and they
then separated.</p>
<p>The dog took the road home, and Pinocchio, left alone, went
to a cottage not far off and said to a little old man who was
warming himself in the sun:</p>
<p>"Tell me, good man, do you know anything of a poor boy
called Eugene who was wounded in the head?"</p>
<p>"The boy was brought by some fishermen to this cottage,
and now—"</p>
<p>"And now he is dead!" interrupted Pinocchio with great
sorrow.</p>
<p>"No, he is alive and has returned to his home."</p>
<p>"Not really? not really?" cried the puppet, dancing with
delight. "Then the wound was not serious?"</p>
<p>"It might have been very serious and even fatal," answered
the little old man, "for they threw a thick book bound in cardboard
at his head."</p>
<p>"And who threw it at him?"</p>
<p>"One of his school-fellows, a certain Pinocchio."</p>
<p>"And who is this Pinocchio?" asked the puppet, pretending
ignorance.</p>
<p>"They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, a regular
good-for-nothing."</p>
<p>"Calumnies! all calumnies!"</p>
<p>"Do you know this Pinocchio?"</p>
<p>"By sight!" answered the puppet.</p>
<p>"And what is your opinion of him?" asked the little man.</p>
<p>"He seems to me to be a very good boy, anxious to learn,
and obedient and affectionate to his father and family."</p>
<p>Whilst the puppet was firing off all these lies, he touched
his nose and perceived that it had lengthened more than a hand.
Very much alarmed he began to cry out:</p>
<p>"Don't believe, good man, what I have been telling you.
I know Pinocchio very well and I can assure you that he is
a very bad boy, disobedient and idle, who, instead of going to
school, runs off with his companions to amuse himself."</p>
<p>He had hardly finished speaking when his nose became
shorter and returned to the same size that it was before.</p>
<p>"And why are you all covered with white?" asked the old
man suddenly.</p>
<p>"I will tell you. Without observing it I rubbed myself
against a wall which had been freshly whitewashed," answered
the puppet, ashamed to confess that he had been floured like
a fish prepared for the frying-pan.</p>
<p>"And what have you done with your jacket, your trousers,
and your cap?"</p>
<p>"I met with robbers, who took them from me. Tell me,
good old man, could you perhaps give me some clothes to return
home in?"</p>
<p>"My boy, as to clothes, I have nothing but a little sack in
which I keep beans. If you wish for it, take it; there it is."</p>
<p>Pinocchio did not wait to be told twice. He took the sack
at once and with a pair of scissors he cut a hole at the end
and at each side, and put it on like a shirt. And with this slight
clothing he set off for the village.</p>
<p>But as he went he did not feel at all comfortable—so little
so, indeed, that for a step forward he took another backwards,
and he said, talking to himself:</p>
<p>"How shall I ever present myself to my good little Fairy?
What will she say when she sees me? Will she forgive me this
second escapade? Oh, I am sure that she will not forgive me!
And it serves me right, for I am a rascal. I am always promising
to correct myself and I never keep my word!"</p>
<p>When he reached the village it was night and very dark.
A storm had come on and as the rain was coming down in
torrents he went straight to the Fairy's house, resolved to knock
at the door.</p>
<p>But when he was there his courage failed him and instead
of knocking he ran away some twenty paces. He returned to
the door a second time and laid hold of the knocker, and, trembling,
gave a little knock.</p>
<p>He waited and waited. At last, after half an hour had
passed, a window on the top floor was opened—the house was
four stories high—and Pinocchio saw a big Snail with a lighted
candle on her head looking out. She called to him:</p>
<p>"Who is there at this hour?"</p>
<p>"Is the Fairy at home?" asked the puppet.</p>
<p>"The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened; but who
are you?"</p>
<p>"It is I."</p>
<p>"Who is I?"</p>
<p>"Pinocchio."</p>
<p>"And who is Pinocchio?"</p>
<p>"The puppet who lives in the Fairy's house."</p>
<p>"Ah, I understand!" said the Snail. "Wait for me there.
I will come down and open the door directly."</p>
<p>"Be quick, for pity's sake, for I am dying of cold."</p>
<p>"My boy, I am a snail, and snails are never in a hurry."</p>
<p>An hour passed, and then two, and the door was not opened.
Pinocchio, who was wet through and through, and trembling
from cold and fear, at last took courage and knocked again,
and this time he knocked louder.</p>
<p>At this second knock a window on the lower story opened
and the same Snail appeared at it.</p>
<p>"Beautiful little Snail," cried Pinocchio from the street,
"I have been waiting for two hours! And two hours on such
a bad night seem longer than two years. Be quick, for pity's
sake."</p>
<p>"My boy," answered the calm little animal—"my boy, I
am a snail, and snails are never in a hurry."</p>
<p>And the window was shut again.</p>
<p>Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then one o'clock, then
two o'clock, and the door remained still closed.</p>
<p>Pinocchio at last, losing all patience, seized the knocker
in a rage, intending to give a blow that would resound through
the house. But the knocker, which was iron, turned suddenly
into an eel and, slipping out of his hands, disappeared in
the stream of water that ran down the middle of the street.</p>
<p>"Ah! is that it?" shouted Pinocchio, blind with rage.
"Since the knocker has disappeared, I will kick instead with
all my might."</p>
<p>And, drawing a little back, he gave a tremendous kick
against the house door. The blow was indeed so violent that
his foot went through the wood and stuck; and when he tried
to draw it back again it was trouble thrown away, for it
remained fixed like a nail that has been hammered down.</p>
<p>Think of poor Pinocchio! He was obliged to spend the
remainder of the night with one foot on the ground and the
other in the air.</p>
<p>The following morning at daybreak the door was at last
opened. The clever little Snail had taken only nine hours
to come down from the fourth story to the house-door. It
is evident that her exertions must have been great.</p>
<p>"What are you doing with your foot stuck in the door?"
she asked the puppet.</p>
<p>"It was an accident. Do try, beautiful little Snail, if
you cannot release me from this torture."</p>
<p>"My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and I have
never been a carpenter."</p>
<p>"Beg the Fairy from me!"</p>
<p>"The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened."</p>
<p>"But what do you suppose that I can do all day nailed
to this door?"</p>
<p>"Amuse yourself by counting the ants that pass down
the street."</p>
<p>"Bring me at least something to eat, for I am quite
exhausted."</p>
<p>"At once," said the Snail.</p>
<p>In fact, after three hours and a half she returned to
Pinocchio carrying a silver tray on her head. The tray contained
a loaf of bread, a roast chicken, and four ripe apricots.</p>
<p>"Here is the breakfast that the Fairy has sent you," said
the Snail.</p>
<p>The puppet felt very much comforted at the sight of
these good things. But when he began to eat them, what
was his disgust at making the discovery that the bread was
plaster, the chicken cardboard, and the four apricots painted
alabaster.</p>
<p>He wanted to cry. In his desperation he tried to throw
away the tray and all that was on it; but instead, either from
grief or exhaustion, he fainted away.</p>
<p>When he came to himself he found that he was lying on
a sofa, and the Fairy was beside him.</p>
<p>"I will pardon you once more," the Fairy said, "but woe
to you if you behave badly a third time!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio promised and swore that he would study, and
that for the future he would always conduct himself well.</p>
<p>And he kept his word for the remainder of the year.
Indeed, at the examinations before the holidays, he had the
honor of being the first in the school, and his behavior in
general was so satisfactory and praiseworthy that the Fairy
was very much pleased, and said to him:</p>
<p>"Tomorrow your wish shall be gratified."</p>
<p>"And that is?"</p>
<p>"Tomorrow you shall cease to be a wooden puppet and
you shall become a boy."</p>
<p>No one who had not witnessed it could ever imagine
Pinocchio's joy at this long-sighed-for good fortune. All his
school-fellows were to be invited for the following day to a
grand breakfast at the Fairy's house, that they might celebrate
together the great event. The Fairy had prepared two
hundred cups of coffee and milk, and four hundred rolls cut
and buttered on each side. The day promised to be most
happy and delightful, but—</p>
<p>Unfortunately in the lives of puppets there is always a
"but" that spoils everything.</p>
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<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-149.png"
alt=""Here Is the Coach!" Shouted Candlewick" title=""Here Is the Coach!" Shouted Candlewick" />
</div>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX</h3>
<h2>THE "LAND OF BOOBIES"</h2>
<p>Pinocchio, as was natural, asked the Fairy's permission
to go round the town to give out the invitations, and the
Fairy said to him:</p>
<p>"Go, if you like, and invite your companions for the
breakfast tomorrow, but remember to return home before dark.
Have you understood?"</p>
<p>"I promise to be back in an hour," answered the puppet.</p>
<p>"Take care, Pinocchio! Boys are always very ready to
promise, but generally they are little given to keep their word."</p>
<p>"But I am not like other boys. When I say a thing,
I do it."</p>
<p>"We shall see. If you are disobedient, so much the worse
for you."</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"Because boys who do not listen to the advice of those
who know more than they do always meet with some misfortune or other."</p>
<p>"I have experienced that," said Pinocchio, "but I shall
never make that mistake again."</p>
<p>"We shall see if that is true."</p>
<p>Without saying more the puppet took leave of his good
Fairy, who was like a mamma to him, and went out of the
house singing and dancing.</p>
<p>In less than an hour all his friends were invited. Some
accepted at once heartily; others at first required pressing; but
when they heard that the rolls to be eaten with the coffee were
to be buttered on both sides they ended by saying:</p>
<p>"We will come also, to do you a pleasure."</p>
<p>Now I must tell you that amongst Pinocchio's friends
and school-fellows there was one that he greatly preferred and
was very fond of. This boy's name was Romeo, but he always
went by the nickname of Candlewick, because he was so thin,
straight and bright, like the new wick of a little nightlight.</p>
<p>Candlewick was the laziest and the naughtiest boy in the
school, but Pinocchio was devoted to him. He had indeed
gone at once to his house to invite him to the breakfast, but
he had not found him. He returned a second time, but Candlewick
was not there. He went a third time, but it was in
vain. Where could he search for him? He looked here, there,
and everywhere, and at last he saw him hiding on the porch
of a peasant's cottage.</p>
<p>"What are you doing there?" asked Pinocchio, coming
up to him.</p>
<p>"I am waiting for midnight, to start away."</p>
<p>"And where are you going?"</p>
<p>"I am going to live in a country—the most delightful
country in the world: a real land of sweetmeats!"</p>
<p>"And what is it called?"</p>
<p>"It is called the 'Land of Boobies.' Why do you not
come, too?"</p>
<p>"I? No, never!"</p>
<p>"You are wrong, Pinocchio. If you do not come you
will repent it. Where could you find a better country for us
boys? There are no schools there; there are no masters; there
are no books. In that delightful land nobody ever studies.
On Saturday there is never school, and every week consists
of six Saturdays and one Sunday. Only think, the autumn
holidays begin on the first of January and finish on the last
day of December. That is the country for me! That is what
all civilized countries should be like!"</p>
<p>"But how are the days spent in the 'Land of Boobies'?"</p>
<p>They are spent in play and amusement from morning till
night. When night comes you go to bed, and recommence
the same life in the morning. What do you think of it?"</p>
<p>"Hum!" said Pinocchio, and he shook his head slightly,
as much as to say, "That is a life that I also would willingly
lead."</p>
<p>"Well, will you go with me? Yes or no? Resolve quickly."</p>
<p>"No, no, no, and again no. I promised my good Fairy
to become a well conducted boy, and I will keep my word.
And as I see that the sun is setting I must leave you at once
and run away. Good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you."</p>
<p>"Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"</p>
<p>"Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be back before
dark."</p>
<p>"Wait another two minutes."</p>
<p>"It will make me too late."</p>
<p>"Only two minutes."</p>
<p>"And if the Fairy scolds me?"</p>
<p>"Let her scold. When she has scolded well she will hold
her tongue," said that rascal Candlewick.</p>
<p>"And what are you going to do? Are you going alone
or with companions?"</p>
<p>"Alone? Indeed not, there will be more than a hundred
boys."</p>
<p>"And do you make the journey on foot?"</p>
<p>"A coach will pass by shortly which is to take me to that
happy country."</p>
<p>"What would I not give for the coach to pass by now!"</p>
<p>"Why?"</p>
<p>"That I might see you all start together."</p>
<p>"Stay here a little longer and you will see us."</p>
<p>"No, no, I must go home."</p>
<p>"Wait another two minutes."</p>
<p>"I have already delayed too long. The Fairy will be
anxious about me."</p>
<p>"Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats will eat you?"</p>
<p>"But now," continued Pinocchio, "are you really certain
that there are no schools in that country?"</p>
<p>"Not even the shadow of one."</p>
<p>"And no masters either?"</p>
<p>"Not one."</p>
<p>"And no one is ever made to study?"</p>
<p>"Never, never, never!"</p>
<p>"What a delightful country!" said Pinocchio, his mouth
watering. "What a delightful country! I have never been
there, but I can quite imagine it."</p>
<p>"Why will you not come also?"</p>
<p>"It is useless to tempt me. I promised my good Fairy
to become a sensible boy, and I will not break my word."</p>
<p>"Good-bye, then, and give my compliments to all the
boys at school, if you meet them in the street."</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Candlewick; a pleasant journey to you; amuse
yourself, and think sometimes of your friends."</p>
<p>Thus saying, the puppet made two steps to go, but then
stopped, and, turning to his friend, he inquired:</p>
<p>"But are you quite certain that in that country all the
weeks consist of six Saturdays and one Sunday?"</p>
<p>"Most certainly."</p>
<p>"But do you know for certain that the holidays begin on
the first of January and finish on the last day of December?"</p>
<p>"Assuredly."</p>
<p>"What a delightful country!" repeated Pinocchio, looking
enchanted. Then, with a resolute air, he added in a great
hurry:</p>
<p>"This time really good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you."</p>
<p>"Good-bye."</p>
<p>"When do you start?"</p>
<p>"Shortly."</p>
<p>"What a pity! If really it wanted only an hour to the
time of your start, I should almost be tempted to wait."</p>
<p>"And the Fairy?"</p>
<p>"It is already late. If I return home an hour sooner or
later it will be all the same."</p>
<p>"Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds you?"</p>
<p>"I must have patience! I will let her scold. When she
has scolded well she will hold her tongue."</p>
<p>In the meantime night had come on and it was quite dark.
Suddenly they saw in the distance a small light moving and
they heard a noise of talking, and the sound of a trumpet,
but so small and feeble that it resembled the hum of a mosquito.</p>
<p>"Here it is!" shouted Candlewick, jumping to his feet.</p>
<p>"What is it?" asked Pinocchio in a whisper.</p>
<p>"It is the coach coming to take me. Now will you come,
yes or no?"</p>
<p>"But is it really true," asked the puppet, "that in that
country boys are never obliged to study?"</p>
<p>"Never, never, never!"</p>
<p>"What a delightful country! What a delightful country!
What a delightful country!"</p>
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title="IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE ON THE TUNNY'S BACK" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO ENJOYS FIVE MONTHS OF HAPPINESS</h2>
<p>At last the coach arrived, and it arrived without making
the slightest noise, for its wheels were bound round with
flax and rags.</p>
<p>It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys, all the same
size but of different colors.</p>
<p>Some were gray, some white, some brindled like pepper
and salt, and others had large stripes of yellow and blue.</p>
<p>But the most extraordinary thing was this: the twelve
pairs, that is, the twenty-four donkeys, instead of being shod
like other beasts of burden, had on their feet men's boots
made of white kid.</p>
<p>And the coachman?</p>
<p>Picture to yourself a little man broader than he was long,
flabby and greasy like a lump of butter, with a small round
face like an orange, a little mouth that was always laughing,
and a soft, caressing voice like a cat when she is trying to
insinuate herself into the good graces of the mistress of the
house.</p>
<p>All the boys vied with each other in taking places in his
coach, to be conducted to the "Land of Boobies."</p>
<p>The coach was, in fact, quite full of boys between eight
and fourteen years old, heaped one upon another like herrings
in a barrel. They were uncomfortable, packed closely together
and could hardly breathe; but nobody said "Oh!"—nobody
grumbled. The consolation of knowing that in a few hours
they would reach a country where there were no books, no
schools, and no masters, made them so happy and resigned
that they felt neither fatigue nor inconvenience, neither hunger,
nor thirst, nor want of sleep.</p>
<p>As soon as the coach had drawn up the little man turned
to Candlewick and with a thousand smirks and grimaces said
to him, smiling:</p>
<p>"Tell me, my fine boy, would you also like to go to that
fortunate country?"</p>
<p>"I certainly wish to go."</p>
<p>"But I must warn you, my dear child, that there is not
a place left in the coach. You can see for yourself that it is
quite full."</p>
<p>"No matter," replied Candlewick, "if there is no place
inside, I will manage to sit on the springs."</p>
<p>And, giving a leap, he seated himself astride on the
springs.</p>
<p>"And you, my love!" said the little man, turning in a
flattering manner to Pinocchio, "what do you intend to do?
Are you coming with us or are you going to remain behind?"</p>
<p>"I remain behind," answered Pinocchio. "I am going
home. I intend to study, as all well conducted boys do."</p>
<p>"Much good may it do you!"</p>
<p>"Pinocchio!" called out Candlewick, "listen to me: come
with us and we shall have such fun."</p>
<p>"No, no, no!"</p>
<p>"Come with us and we shall have such fun," shouted in
chorus a hundred voices from the inside of the coach.</p>
<p>"But if I come with you, what will my good Fairy say?"
said the puppet, who was beginning to yield.</p>
<p>"Do not trouble your head with melancholy thoughts.
Consider only that we are going to a country where we shall
be at liberty to run riot from morning till night."</p>
<p>Pinocchio did not answer, but he sighed; he sighed again;
he sighed for the third time, and he said finally:</p>
<p>"Make a little room for me, for I am coming, too."</p>
<p>"The places are all full," replied the little man; "but, to
show you how welcome you are, you shall have my seat on
the box."</p>
<p>"And you?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I will go on foot."</p>
<p>"No, indeed, I could not allow that. I would rather
mount one of these donkeys," cried Pinocchio.</p>
<p>Approaching the right-hand donkey of the first pair, he
attempted to mount him, but the animal turned on him and,
giving him a great blow in the stomach, rolled him over with
his legs in the air.</p>
<p>You can imagine the impertinent and immoderate laughter
of all the boys who witnessed this scene.</p>
<p>But the little man did not laugh. He approached the
rebellious donkey and, pretending to give him a kiss, bit off
half of his ear.</p>
<p>Pinocchio in the meantime had gotten up from the ground
in a fury and, with a spring, he seated himself on the poor
animal's back. And he sprang so well that the boys stopped
laughing and began to shout: "Hurrah, Pinocchio!" and they
clapped their hands and applauded him as if they would never
finish.</p>
<p>Now that Pinocchio was mounted, the coach started.
Whilst the donkeys were galloping and the coach was rattling
over the stones of the high road, the puppet thought that he
heard a low voice that was scarcely audible saying to him:</p>
<p>"Poor fool! you would follow your own way, but you will
repent it!"</p>
<p>Pinocchio, feeling almost frightened, looked from side to
side to try and discover where these words could come from,
but he saw nobody. The donkeys galloped, the coach rattled,
the boys inside slept, Candlewick snored like a dormouse, and
the little man seated on the box sang between his teeth:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"During the night all sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I sleep never."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio heard the
same little low voice saying to him:</p>
<p>"Bear it in mind, simpleton! Boys who refuse to study
and turn their backs upon books, schools and masters, to pass
their time in play and amusement, sooner or later come to a
bad end. I know it by experience, and I can tell you. A
day will come when you will weep as I am weeping now, but
then it will be too late!"</p>
<p>On hearing these words whispered very softly, the puppet,
more frightened than ever, sprang down from the back of
his donkey and went and took hold of his mouth.</p>
<p>Imagine his surprise when he found that the donkey was
crying—crying like a boy!</p>
<p>"Eh! Sir Coachman," cried Pinocchio to the little man,
"here is an extraordinary thing! This donkey is crying."</p>
<p>"Let him cry; he will laugh when he is a bridegroom."</p>
<p>"But have you by chance taught him to talk?"</p>
<p>"No; but he spent three years in a company of learned
dogs, and he learned to mutter a few words."</p>
<p>"Poor beast!"</p>
<p>"Come, come," said the little man, "don't let us waste
time in seeing a donkey cry. Mount him and let us go on:
the night is cold and the road is long."</p>
<p>Pinocchio obeyed without another word. In the morning
about daybreak they arrived safely in the "Land of Boobies."</p>
<p>It was a country unlike any other country in the world.
The population was composed entirely of boys. The oldest
were fourteen, and the youngest scarcely eight years old. In
the streets there was such merriment, noise and shouting that
it was enough to turn anybody's head. There were troops of
boys everywhere. Some were playing with nuts, some with
battledores, some with balls. Some rode velocipedes, others
wooden horses. A party were playing at hide and seek, a
few were chasing each other. Some were reciting, some singing,
some leaping. Some were amusing themselves with walking
on their hands with their feet in the air; others were
trundling hoops or strutting about dressed as generals, wearing
leaf helmets and commanding a squadron of cardboard soldiers.
Some were laughing, some shouting, some were calling
out; others clapped their hands, or whistled, or clucked like
a hen who has just laid an egg.</p>
<p>In every square, canvas theaters had been erected and
they were crowded with boys from morning till evening. On
the walls of the houses there were inscriptions written in charcoal:
"Long live playthings, we will have no more schools;
down with arithmetic," and similar other fine sentiments, all
in bad spelling.</p>
<p>Pinocchio, Candlewick and the other boys who had made
the journey with the little man, had scarcely set foot in the
town before they were in the thick of the tumult, and I need
not tell you that in a few minutes they had made acquaintance
with everybody. Where could happier or more contented boys
be found?</p>
<p>In the midst of continual games and every variety of
amusement, the hours, the days and the weeks passed like
lightning.</p>
<p>"Oh, what a delightful life!" said Pinocchio, whenever
by chance he met Candlewick.</p>
<p>"See, then, if I was not right?" replied the other. "And
to think that you did not want to come! To think that you
had taken it into your head to return home to your Fairy,
and to lose your time in studying! If you are this moment
free from the bother of books and school, you must acknowledge
that you owe it to me, to my advice, and to my persuasions.
It is only friends who know how to render such
great services."</p>
<p>"It is true, Candlewick! If I am now a really happy
boy, it is all your doing. But do you know what the master
used to say when he talked to me of you? He always said
to me: 'Do not associate with that rascal Candlewick, for he
is a bad companion, and will only lead you into mischief!'"</p>
<p>"Poor master!" replied the other, shaking his head. "I
know only too well that he disliked me, and amused himself
by calumniating me; but I am generous and I forgive him!"</p>
<p>"Noble soul!" said Pinocchio, embracing his friend affectionately
and kissing him between the eyes.</p>
<p>This delightful life had gone on for five months. The
days had been entirely spent in play and amusement, without
a thought of books or school, when one morning Pinocchio
awoke to a most disagreeable surprise that put him into a
very bad humor.</p>
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO TURNS INTO A DONKEY</h2>
<p>The surprise was that Pinocchio, when he awoke, scratched
his head, and in scratching his head he discovered, to his
great astonishment, that his ears had grown more than a hand.</p>
<p>You know that the puppet from his birth had always
had very small ears—so small that they were not visible to
the naked eye. You can imagine then what he felt when he
found that during the night his ears had become so long that
they seemed like two brooms.</p>
<p>He went at once in search of a glass that he might look
at himself, but, not being able to find one, he filled the basin
of his washing-stand with water, and he saw reflected what
he certainly would never have wished to see. He saw his
head embellished with a magnificent pair of donkey's ears!</p>
<p>Only think of poor Pinocchio's sorrow, shame and despair!</p>
<p>He began to cry and roar, and he beat his head against
the wall, but the more he cried the longer his ears grew; they
grew, and grew, and became hairy towards the points.</p>
<p>At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful little Marmot
that lived on the first floor came into the room. Seeing the
puppet in such grief she asked earnestly:</p>
<p>"What has happened to you, my dear fellow-lodger?"</p>
<p>"I am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill, and my illness
frightens me. Do you understand counting a pulse?"</p>
<p>"A little."</p>
<p>"Then feel and see if by chance I have got fever."</p>
<p>The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw, and, after
having felt Pinocchio's pulse, she said to him, sighing:</p>
<p>"My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you bad
news!"</p>
<p>"What is it?"</p>
<p>"You have got a very bad fever!"</p>
<p>"What fever is it?"</p>
<p>"It is donkey fever."</p>
<p>"That is a fever that I do not understand," said the puppet,
but he understood it only too well.</p>
<p>"Then I will explain it to you," said the Marmot. "You
must know that in two or three hours you will be no longer
a puppet, or a boy."</p>
<p>"Then what shall I be?"</p>
<p>"In two or three hours you will become really and truly
a little donkey, like those that draw carts and carry cabbages
and salad to market."</p>
<p>"Oh, unfortunate that I am! unfortunate that I am!" cried
Pinocchio, seizing his two ears with his hands and pulling them
and tearing them furiously as if they had been some one
else's ears.</p>
<p>"My dear boy," said the Marmot, by way of consoling
him, "you can do nothing. It is destiny. It is written in the
decrees of wisdom that all boys who are lazy, and who take
a dislike to books, to schools, and to masters, and who pass
their time in amusement, games, and diversions, must end
sooner or later by becoming transformed into so many little
donkeys."</p>
<p>"But is it really so?" asked the puppet, sobbing.</p>
<p>"It is indeed only too true! And tears are now useless.
You should have thought of it sooner!"</p>
<p>"But it was not my fault; believe me, little Marmot, the
fault was all Candlewick's!"</p>
<p>"And who is this Candlewick?"</p>
<p>"One of my school-fellows. I wanted to return home; I
wanted to be obedient. I wished to study, but Candlewick
said to me: 'Why should you bother yourself by studying?
Why should you go to school? Come with us instead to the
"Land of Boobies"; there we shall none of us have to learn;
there we shall amuse ourselves from morning to night, and
we shall always be merry'."</p>
<p>"And why did you follow the advice of that false friend?
of that bad companion?"</p>
<p>"Why? Because, my dear little Marmot, I am a puppet
with no sense, and with no heart. Ah! if I had had the least
heart I should never have left that good Fairy who loved me
like a mamma, and who had done so much for me! And I
would be no longer a puppet, for I would by this time have
become a little boy like so many others: But if I meet Candlewick,
woe to him! He shall hear what I think of him!"</p>
<p>And he turned to go out. But when he reached the door
he remembered his donkey's ears, and, feeling ashamed to
show them in public, what do you think he did? He took a
big cotton cap and, putting it on his head, he pulled it well
down over the point of his nose.</p>
<p>He then set out and went everywhere in search of Candlewick.
He looked for him in the streets, in the squares, in
the little theaters, in every possible place, but he could not
find him. He inquired for him of everybody he met, but no
one had seen him.</p>
<p>He then went to seek him at his house and, having reached
the door, he knocked.</p>
<p>"Who is there?" asked Candlewick from within.</p>
<p>"It is I!" answered the puppet.</p>
<p>"Wait a moment and I will let you in."</p>
<p>After half an hour the door was opened and imagine
Pinocchio's feelings when, upon going into the room, he saw
his friend Candlewick with a big cotton cap on his head which
came down over his nose.</p>
<p>At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost consoled and
thought to himself:</p>
<p>"Has my friend got the same illness that I have? Is he
also suffering from donkey fever?"</p>
<p>And, pretending to have observed nothing, he asked him,
smiling:</p>
<p>"How are you, my dear Candlewick?"</p>
<p>"Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan cheese."</p>
<p>"Are you saying that seriously?"</p>
<p>"Why should I tell you a lie?"</p>
<p>"Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that cotton cap
on your head which covers up your ears?"</p>
<p>"The doctor ordered me to wear it because I have hurt
this knee. And you, dear puppet, why have you got on that
cotton cap pulled down over your nose?"</p>
<p>"The doctor prescribed it because I have grazed my foot."</p>
<p>"Oh, poor Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>"Oh, poor Candlewick!"</p>
<p>After these words a long silence followed, during which
the two friends did nothing but look mockingly at each other.</p>
<p>At last the puppet said in a soft voice to his companion:</p>
<p>"Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: have you
ever suffered from disease of the ears?"</p>
<p>"Never! And you?"</p>
<p>"Never. Only since this morning one of my ears aches."</p>
<p>"Mine is also paining me."</p>
<p>"You also? And which of your ears hurts you?"</p>
<p>"Both of them. And you?"</p>
<p>"Both of them. Can we have got the same illness?"</p>
<p>"I fear so."</p>
<p>"Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick?"</p>
<p>"Willingly! With all my heart."</p>
<p>"Will you let me see your ears?"</p>
<p>"Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I should like
to see yours."</p>
<p>"No: you must be first."</p>
<p>"No, dear. First you and then I!"</p>
<p>"Well," said the puppet, "let us come to an agreement
like good friends."</p>
<p>"Let us hear it."</p>
<p>"We will both take off our caps at the same moment. Do
you agree?"</p>
<p>"I agree."</p>
<p>"Then, attention!"</p>
<p>And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice:</p>
<p>"One, two, three!"</p>
<p>At the word "Three!" the two boys took off their caps
and threw them into the air.</p>
<p>And then a scene followed that would seem incredible if
it were not true. That is, that when Pinocchio and Candlewick
discovered that they were both struck with the same
misfortune, instead of feeling full of mortification and grief,
they began to prick their ungainly ears and to make a thousand
antics, and they ended by going into bursts of laughter.</p>
<p>And they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until they
had to hold themselves together. But in the midst of their
merriment Candlewick suddenly stopped, staggered, and,
changing color, said to his friend:</p>
<p>"Help, help, Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>"What is the matter with you?"</p>
<p>"Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright."</p>
<p>"Neither can I," exclaimed Pinocchio, tottering and beginning
to cry.</p>
<p>And whilst they were talking, they both doubled up and
began to run round the room on their hands and feet. And
as they ran, their hands became hoofs, their faces lengthened
into muzzles, and their backs became covered with a light gray
hairy coat sprinkled with black.</p>
<p>But do you know what was the worst moment for these
two wretched boys? The worst and the most humiliating moment
was when their tails grew. Vanquished by shame and
sorrow, they wept and lamented their fate.</p>
<p>Oh, if they had but been wiser! But instead of sighs and
lamentations they could only bray like asses; and they brayed
loudly and said in chorus: "Hee-haw!"</p>
<p>Whilst this was going on some one knocked at the door
and a voice on the outside said:</p>
<p>"Open the door! I am the little man, I am the coachman
who brought you to this country. Open at once, or it will
be the worse for you!"</p>
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alt="The Little Donkeys Are Sold" title="The Little Donkeys Are Sold" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS</h2>
<p>Finding that the door remained shut the little man burst
it open with a violent kick and, coming into the room, he
said to Pinocchio and Candlewick with his usual little laugh:</p>
<p>"Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I recognized
you by your voices. That is why I am here."</p>
<p>At these words the two little donkeys were quite stupefied
and stood with their heads down, their ears lowered, and their
tails between their legs.</p>
<p>At first the little man stroked and caressed them; then,
taking out a currycomb, he currycombed them well. And
when by this process he had polished them till they shone like
two mirrors, he put a halter round their necks and led them
to the market-place, in hopes of selling them and making a
good profit.</p>
<p>And indeed buyers were not wanting. Candlewick was
bought by a peasant whose donkey had died the previous day.
Pinocchio was sold to the director of a company of buffoons
and tight-rope dancers, who bought him that he might teach
him to leap and to dance with the other animals belonging to
the company.</p>
<p>And now, my little readers, you will have understood the
fine trade that little man pursued. The wicked little monster,
who had a face all milk and honey, made frequent journeys
round the world with his coach. As he went along he collected,
with promises and flattery, all the idle boys who had
taken a dislike to books and school. As soon as his coach was
full he conducted them to the "Land of Boobies," that they
might pass their time in games, in uproar, and in amusement.
When these poor, deluded boys, from continual play and no
study, had become so many little donkeys, he took possession
of them with great delight and satisfaction, and carried them
off to the fairs and markets to be sold. And in this way he
had in a few years made heaps of money and had become a
millionaire.</p>
<p>What became of Candlewick I do not know, but I do
know that Pinocchio from the very first day had to endure a
very hard, laborious life.</p>
<p>When he was put into his stall his master filled the
manger with straw; but Pinocchio, having tried a mouthful,
spat it out again.</p>
<p>Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with hay;
but neither did the hay please him.</p>
<p>"Ah!" exclaimed his master in a passion. "Does not hay
please you either? Leave it to me, my fine donkey; if you
are so full of caprices I will find a way to cure you!"</p>
<p>And by way of correcting him he struck his legs with
his whip.</p>
<p>Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and he
said, braying:</p>
<p>"Hee-haw! I cannot digest straw!"</p>
<p>"Then eat hay!" said his master, who understood perfectly
the asinine dialect.</p>
<p>"Hee-haw! hay gives me a pain in my stomach."</p>
<p>"Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey like you
must be kept on breasts of chickens, and capons in jelly?"
asked his master, getting more and more angry, and whipping
him again.</p>
<p>At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently held his
tongue and said nothing more.</p>
<p>The stable was then shut and Pinocchio was left alone.
He had not eaten for many hours and he began to yawn from
hunger. And when he yawned he opened a mouth that seemed
as wide as an oven.</p>
<p>At last, finding nothing else in the manger, he resigned
himself and chewed a little hay; and after he had chewed it
well, he shut his eyes and swallowed it.</p>
<p>"This hay is not bad," he said to himself; "but how much
better it would have been if I had gone on with my studies!
Instead of hay I might now be eating a hunch of new bread
and a fine slice of sausage. But I must have patience!"</p>
<p>The next morning when he woke he looked in the manger
for a little more hay; but he found none, for he had eaten
it all during the night.</p>
<p>Then he took a mouthful of chopped straw, but whilst
he was chewing it he had to acknowledge that the taste of
chopped straw did not in the least resemble a savory dish
of macaroni or pie.</p>
<p>"But I must have patience!" he repeated as he went on
chewing. "May my example serve at least as a warning to
all disobedient boys who do not want to study. Patience!"</p>
<p>"Patience indeed!" shouted his master, coming at that
moment into the stable. "Do you think, my little donkey, that
I bought you only to give you food and drink? I bought you
to make you work, and that you might earn money for me.
Up, then, at once! you must come with me into the circus, and
there I will teach you to jump through hoops, to go through
frames of paper head foremost, to dance waltzes and polkas,
and to stand upright on your hind legs."</p>
<p>Poor Pinocchio, either by love or by force, had to learn
all these fine things. But it took him three months before
he had learned them, and he got many a whipping that nearly
took off his skin.</p>
<p>At last a day came when his master was able to announce
that he would give a really extraordinary representation. The
many colored placards stuck on the street corners were thus
worded:<br /><br /></p>
<p class="center"> <span class="smcap">Great Full Dress Representation</span></p>
<hr class="minor" />
<p class="center"> <big><b>TONIGHT</b></big><br />
<span class="smcap">Will Take Place the Usual Feats and Surprising</span><br />
<span class="smcap">Performances Executed by All the Artists</span><br />
<span class="smcap">and by all the horses of the company</span><br />
<span class="smcap">and moreover</span><br />
<span class="smcap">The Famous</span><br />
<big><b>LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO</b></big><br />
<span class="smcap">called</span><br />
<big><b>THE STAR OF THE DANCE</b></big><br />
<span class="smcap">Will Make His First Appearance</span></p>
<hr class="minor" />
<p class="center"> <span class="smcap">the theater will be brilliantly illuminated</span>
<br /><br /></p>
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<tr><td align='center'><big><b>In Less Than an Hour All His Friends<br />
Were Invited</b></big></td>
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alt="All His Friends Were Invited" title="All His Friends Were Invited" /></td></tr>
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<p>On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour before
the play was to begin the theater was crammed.</p>
<p>There was not a place to be had either in the pit or the
stalls, or in the boxes even, by paying its weight in gold.</p>
<p>The benches round the circus were crowded with children
and with boys of all ages, who were in a fever of impatience
to see the famous little donkey Pinocchio dance.</p>
<p>When the first part of the performance was over, the
director of the company, dressed in a black coat, white breeches,
and big leather boots that came above his knees, presented
himself to the public, and, after making a profound bow, he
began with much solemnity the following ridiculous speech:</p>
<p>"Respectable public, ladies and gentlemen! The humble
undersigned being a passer-by in this illustrious city, I have
wished to procure for myself the honor, not to say the pleasure,
of presenting to this intelligent and distinguished audience a
celebrated little donkey, who has already had the honor of
dancing in the presence of His Majesty the Emperor of all
the principal courts of Europe.</p>
<p>"And, thanking you, I beg of you to help us with your
inspiring presence and to be indulgent to us."</p>
<p>This speech was received with much laughter and applause,
but the applause redoubled and became tumultuous when the
little donkey Pinocchio made his appearance in the middle of
the circus. He was decked out for the occasion. He had a
new bridle of polished leather with brass buckles and studs,
and two white camelias in his ears. His mane was divided and
curled, and each curl was tied with bows of colored ribbon.
He had a girth of gold and silver round his body, and his tail
was plaited with amaranth and blue velvet ribbons. He was,
in fact, a little donkey to fall in love with!</p>
<p>The director, in presenting him to the public, added these
few words:</p>
<p>"My respectable auditors! I am not here to tell you
falsehoods of the great difficulties that I have overcome in
understanding and subjugating this mammifer, whilst he was
grazing at liberty amongst the mountains in the plains of the
torrid zone. I beg you will observe the wild rolling of his
eyes. Every means having been tried in vain to tame him,
and to accustom him to the life of domestic quadrupeds, I
was often forced to have recourse to the convincing argument
of the whip. But all my goodness to him, instead of gaining
his affections, has, on the contrary, increased his viciousness.
However, following the system of Gall, I discovered in his
cranium a bony cartilage that the Faculty of Medicine of Paris
has itself recognized as the regenerating bulb of the hair, and
of dance. For this reason I have not only taught him to dance,
but also to jump through hoops and through frames covered
with paper. Admire him, and then pass your opinion on him!
But before taking my leave of you, permit me, ladies and
gentlemen, to invite you to the daily performance that will
take place tomorrow evening; but in case the weather should
threaten rain, the performance will be postponed till tomorrow
morning at 11 ante-meridian of post-meridian."</p>
<p>Here the director made another profound bow, and, then
turning to Pinocchio, he said:</p>
<p>"Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your feats make
your bow to this distinguished audience—ladies, gentlemen, and
children."</p>
<p>Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till they touched
the ground, and remained kneeling until the director, cracking
his whip, shouted to him:</p>
<p>"At a foot's pace!"</p>
<p>Then the little donkey raised himself on his four legs and
began to walk round the theater, keeping at a foot's pace.</p>
<p>After a little the director cried:</p>
<p>"Trot!" and Pinocchio, obeying the order, changed to
a trot.</p>
<p>"Gallop!" and Pinocchio broke into a gallop.</p>
<p>"Full gallop!" and Pinocchio went full gallop. But whilst
he was going full speed like a race horse the director, raising
his arm in the air, fired off a pistol.</p>
<p>At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be wounded,
fell his whole length in the circus, as if he were really dying.</p>
<p>As he got up from the ground amidst an outburst of
applause, shouts and clapping of hands, he naturally raised his
head and looked up, and he saw in one of the boxes a beautiful
lady who wore round her neck a thick gold chain from
which hung a medallion. On the medallion was painted the
portrait of a puppet.</p>
<p>"That is my portrait! That lady is the Fairy!" said Pinocchio
to himself, recognizing her immediately; and, overcome
with delight, he tried to cry:</p>
<p>"Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy!"</p>
<p>But instead of these words a bray came from his throat,
so sonorous and so prolonged that all the spectators laughed,
and more especially all the children who were in the theater.</p>
<p>Then the director, to give him a lesson, and to make him
understand that it is not good manners to bray before the
public, gave him a blow on his nose with the handle of his whip.</p>
<p>The poor little donkey put his tongue out an inch and
licked his nose for at least five minutes, thinking perhaps that
it would ease the pain he felt.</p>
<p>But what was his despair when, looking up a second time,
he saw that the box was empty and that the Fairy had disappeared!</p>
<p>He thought he was going to die; his eyes filled with tears
and he began to weep. Nobody, however, noticed it, and
least of all the director who, cracking his whip, shouted:</p>
<p>"Courage, Pinocchio! Now let the audience see how
gracefully you can jump through the hoops."</p>
<p>Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each time that
he came in front of the hoop, instead of going through it, he
found it easier to go under it. At last he made a leap and
went through it, but his right leg unfortunately caught in the
hoop, and that caused him to fall to the ground doubled up
in a heap on the other side.</p>
<p>When he got up he was lame and it was only with great
difficulty that he managed to return to the stable.</p>
<p>"Bring out Pinocchio! We want the little donkey! Bring
out the little donkey!" shouted all the boys in the theater,
touched and sorry for the sad accident.</p>
<p>But the little donkey was seen no more that evening.</p>
<p>The following morning the veterinary, that is, the doctor
of animals, paid him a visit, and declared that he would
remain lame for life.</p>
<p>The director then said to the stable-boy:</p>
<p>"What do you suppose I can do with a lame donkey?
He would eat food without earning it. Take him to the
market and sell him."</p>
<p>When they reached the market a purchaser was found
at once. He asked the stable-boy:</p>
<p>"How much do you want for that lame donkey?"</p>
<p>"Twenty dollars."</p>
<p>"I will give you two dollars. Don't suppose that I am
buying him to make use of; I am buying him solely for his
skin. I see that his skin is very hard and I intend to make
a drum with it for the band of my village."</p>
<p>Imagine poor Pinocchio's feelings when he heard that he
was destined to become a drum!</p>
<p>As soon as the purchaser had paid his two dollars he
conducted the little donkey to the seashore. He then put a
stone round his neck and, tying a rope, the end of which he
held in his hand, round his leg, he gave him a sudden push
and threw him into the water.</p>
<p>Pinocchio, weighted down by the stone, went at once to
the bottom, and his owner, keeping tight hold of the cord,
sat down quietly on a piece of rock to wait until the little
donkey was drowned, intending then to skin him.</p>
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<img src="images/illus-181.png" width="640" height="380"
alt="The Puppet Was Wriggling Like an Eel" title="The Puppet Was Wriggling Like an Eel" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXXIV</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH</h2>
<p>After Pinocchio had been fifty minutes under the water,
his purchaser said aloud to himself:</p>
<p>"My poor little lame donkey must by this time be quite
drowned. I will therefore pull him out of the water, and I
will make a fine drum of his skin."</p>
<p>And he began to haul in the rope that he had tied to
the donkey's leg, and he hauled, and hauled, and hauled, until
at last—what do you think appeared above the water? Instead
of a little dead donkey he saw a live puppet, who was wriggling
like an eel.</p>
<p>Seeing this wooden puppet, the poor man thought he was
dreaming, and, struck dumb with astonishment, he remained
with his mouth open and his eyes starting out of his head.</p>
<p>Having somewhat recovered from his first stupefaction,
he asked in a quavering voice:</p>
<p>"And the little donkey that I threw into the sea? What
has become of him?"</p>
<p>"I am the little donkey!" said Pinocchio, laughing.</p>
<p>"You?"</p>
<p>"I."</p>
<p>"Ah, you young scamp!! Do you dare to make game
of me?"</p>
<p>"To make game of you? Quite the contrary, my dear
master? I am speaking seriously."</p>
<p>"But how can you, who but a short time ago were a little
donkey, have become a wooden puppet, only from having been
left in the water?"</p>
<p>"It must have been the effect of sea water. The sea makes
extraordinary changes."</p>
<p>"Beware, puppet, beware! Don't imagine that you can
amuse yourself at my expense. Woe to you if I lose patience!"</p>
<p>"Well, master, do you wish to know the true story?
If you will set my leg free I will tell it you."</p>
<p>The good man, who was curious to hear the true story,
immediately untied the knot that kept him bound; and Pinocchio,
finding himself free as a bird in the air, commenced as
follows:</p>
<p>"You must know that I was once a puppet as I am now,
and I was on the point of becoming a boy like the many who
are in the world. But instead, induced by my dislike for study
and the advice of bad companions, I ran away from home.
One fine day when I awoke I found myself changed into a
donkey with long ears, and a long tail. What a disgrace it
was to me!—a disgrace, dear master, that even your worst
enemy would not inflict upon you! Taken to the market to
be sold I was bought by the director of an equestrian company,
who took it into his head to make a famous dancer of me, and
a famous leaper through hoops. But one night during a performance
I had a bad fall in the circus and lamed both my
legs. Then the director, not knowing what to do with a lame
donkey, sent me to be sold, and you were the purchaser!"</p>
<p>"Only too true. And I paid two dollars for you. And
now, who will give me back my good money?"</p>
<p>"And why did you buy me? You bought me to make a
drum of my skin!"</p>
<p>"Only too true! And now, where shall I find another
skin?"</p>
<p>"Don't despair, master. There are such a number of little
donkeys in the world!"</p>
<p>"Tell me, you impertinent rascal, does your story end
here?"</p>
<p>"No," answered the puppet; "I have another two words
to say and then I shall have finished. After you had bought
me you brought me to this place to kill me; but then, yielding
to a feeling of compassion, you preferred to tie a stone round
my neck and to throw me into the sea. This humane feeling
does you great honor and I shall always be grateful to you
for it. But, nevertheless, dear master, this time you made
your calculations without considering the Fairy!"</p>
<p>"And who is the Fairy?"</p>
<p>"She is my mamma and she resembles all other good
mammas who care for their children, and who never lose sight
of them, but help them lovingly, even when, on account of
their foolishness and evil conduct, they deserve to be abandoned
and left to themselves. Well, then, the good Fairy, as
soon as she saw that I was in danger of drowning, sent immediately
an immense shoal of fish, who, believing me really to
be a little dead donkey, began to eat me. And what mouthfuls
they took; I should never have thought that fish were
greedier than boys! Some ate my ears, some my muzzle, others
my neck and mane, some the skin of my legs, some my coat.
Amongst them there was a little fish so polite that he even
condescended to eat my tail."</p>
<p>"From this time forth," said his purchaser, horrified, "I
swear that I will never touch fish. It would be too dreadful
to open a mullet, or a fried whiting, and to find inside a
donkey's tail!"</p>
<p>"I agree with you," said the puppet, laughing. "However,
I must tell you that when the fish had finished eating the
donkey's hide that covered me from head to foot, they naturally
reached the bone, or rather the wood, for, as you see, I am
made of the hardest wood. But after giving a few bites they
soon discovered that I was not a morsel for their teeth, and,
disgusted with such indigestible food, they went off, some in
one direction and some in another, without so much as saying
'Thank you' to me. And now, at last, I have told you how
it was that when you pulled up the rope you found a live
puppet instead of a dead donkey."</p>
<p>"I laugh at your story," cried the man in a rage. "I
know only that I spent two dollars to buy you, and I will
have my money back. Shall I tell you what I will do? I
will take you back to the market and I will sell you by weight
as seasoned wood for lighting fires."</p>
<p>"Sell me if you like; I am content," said Pinocchio.</p>
<p>But as he said it he made a spring and plunged into the
water. Swimming gaily away from the shore, he called to his
poor owner:</p>
<p>"Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a skin to
make a drum, remember me."</p>
<p>And he laughed and went on swimming, and after a while
he turned again and shouted louder:</p>
<p>"Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a little
well seasoned wood for lighting the fire, remember me."</p>
<p>In the twinkling of an eye he had swum so far off that he
was scarcely visible. All that could be seen of him was a little
black speck on the surface of the sea that from time to time
lifted its legs out of the water and leaped and capered like
a dolphin enjoying himself.</p>
<p>Whilst Pinocchio was swimming, he knew not whither, he
saw in the midst of the sea a rock that seemed to be made
of white marble, and on the summit there stood a beautiful
little goat who bleated lovingly and made signs to him to
approach.</p>
<p>But the most singular thing was this. The little goat's
hair, instead of being white or black, or a mixture of two colors
as is usual with other goats, was blue, and a very vivid blue,
greatly resembling the hair of the beautiful Child.</p>
<p>I leave you to imagine how rapidly poor Pinocchio's heart
began to beat. He swam with redoubled strength and energy
towards the white rock; and he was already half-way there
when he saw, rising up out of the water and coming to meet
him, the horrible head of a sea-monster. His wide-open, cavernous
mouth and his three rows of enormous teeth would have
been terrifying to look at even in a picture.</p>
<p>And do you know what this sea-monster was?</p>
<p>This sea-monster was neither more nor less than that
gigantic Dog-Fish, who has been mentioned many times in this
story, and who, for his slaughter and for his insatiable voracity,
had been named the "Attila of Fish and Fishermen."</p>
<p>Only to think of poor Pinocchio's terror at the sight of
the monster. He tried to avoid it, to change his direction; he
tried to escape, but that immense, wide-open mouth came
towards him with the velocity of an arrow.</p>
<p>"Be quick, Pinocchio, for pity's sake!" cried the beautiful
little goat, bleating.</p>
<p>And Pinocchio swam desperately with his arms, his chest,
his legs, and his feet.</p>
<p>"Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close upon you!"</p>
<p>And Pinocchio swam quicker than ever, and flew on with
the rapidity of a ball from a gun. He had nearly reached the
rock, and the little goat, leaning over towards the sea, had
stretched out her fore-legs to help him out of the water!</p>
<p>But it was too late! The monster had overtaken him and,
drawing in his breath, he sucked in the poor puppet as he
would have sucked a hen's egg; and he swallowed him with
such violence and avidity that Pinocchio, in falling into the
Dog-Fish's stomach, received such a blow that he remained
unconscious for a quarter of an hour afterwards.</p>
<p>When he came to himself again after the shock he could
not in the least imagine in what world he was. All around
him it was quite dark, and the darkness was so black and so
profound that it seemed to him that he had fallen head downwards
into an inkstand full of ink. He listened, but he
could hear no noise; only from time to time great gusts of
wind blew in his face. At first he could not understand where
the wind came from, but at last he discovered that it came
out of the monster's lungs. For you must know that the
Dog-Fish suffered very much from asthma, and when he
breathed it was exactly as if a north wind was blowing.</p>
<p>Pinocchio at first tried to keep up his courage, but when
he had one proof after another that he was really shut up in
the body of this sea-monster he began to cry and scream, and
to sob out:</p>
<p>"Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! Will nobody
come to save me?"</p>
<p>"Who do you think could save you, unhappy wretch?"
said a voice in the dark that sounded like a guitar out of tune.</p>
<p>"Who is speaking?" asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror.</p>
<p>"It is I! I am a poor Tunny who was swallowed by the
Dog-Fish at the same time that you were. And what fish
are you?"</p>
<p>"I have nothing in common with fish. I am a puppet."</p>
<p>"Then, if you are not a fish, why did you let yourself
be swallowed by the monster?"</p>
<p>"I didn't let myself be swallowed; it was the monster
swallowed me! And now, what are we to do here in the dark?"</p>
<p>"Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog-Fish has digested
us both."</p>
<p>"But I do not want to be digested!" howled Pinocchio,
beginning to cry again.</p>
<p>"Neither do I want to be digested," added the Tunny;
"but I am enough of a philosopher to console myself by
thinking that when one is born a Tunny it is more dignified
to die in the water than in oil."</p>
<p>"That is all nonsense!" cried Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"It is my opinion," replied the Tunny, "and opinions, so
say the political Tunnies, ought to be respected."</p>
<p>"To sum it all up, I want to get away from here. I
want to escape."</p>
<p>"Escape, if you are able!"</p>
<p>"Is this Dog-Fish who has swallowed us very big?" asked
the puppet.</p>
<p>"Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long
without counting his tail."</p>
<p>Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark,
Pinocchio thought that he saw a light a long way off.</p>
<p>"What is that little light I see in the distance?" he asked.</p>
<p>"It is most likely some companion in misfortune who is
waiting, like us, to be digested."</p>
<p>"I will go and find him. Do you not think that it may
by chance be some old fish who perhaps could show us how
to escape?"</p>
<p>"I hope it may be so, with all my heart, dear puppet."</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Tunny."</p>
<p>"Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend you."</p>
<p>"Where shall we meet again?"</p>
<p>"Who can say? It is better not even to think of it!"</p>
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<img src="images/illus-189.png"
alt="Swallowed by the Dog-Fish" title="Swallowed by the Dog-Fish" />
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<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV"></a>CHAPTER XXXV</h3>
<h2>A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO</h2>
<p>Pinocchio, having taken leave of his friend the Tunny,
began to grope his way in the dark through the body of
the Dog-Fish, taking a step at a time in the direction of the
light that he saw shining dimly at a great distance.</p>
<p>The farther he advanced the brighter became the light;
and he walked and walked until at last he reached it; and
when he reached it—what did he find? I will give you a
thousand guesses. He found a little table spread out and on
it a lighted candle stuck into a green glass bottle, and, seated
at the table, was a little old man. He was eating some live
fish, and they were so very much alive that whilst he was
eating them they sometimes even jumped out of his mouth.</p>
<p>At this sight Pinocchio was filled with such great and
unexpected joy that he became almost delirious. He wanted
to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand things,
and instead he could only stammer out a few confused and
broken words. At last he succeeded in uttering a cry of joy,
and, opening his arms, he threw them around the little old
man's neck, and began to shout:</p>
<p>"Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last! I will
never leave you more, never more, never more!"</p>
<p>"Then my eyes tell me true?" said the little old man,
rubbing his eyes; "then you are really my dear Pinocchio?"</p>
<p>"Yes, yes, I am Pinocchio, really Pinocchio! And you
have quite forgiven me, have you not? Oh, my dear papa,
how good you are! And to think that I, on the contrary—Oh!
but if you only knew what misfortunes have been poured
on my head, and all that has befallen me! Only imagine, the
day that you, poor, dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a
spelling-book, that I might go to school, I escaped to see the
puppet show, and the showman wanted to put me on the fire,
that I might roast his mutton, and he was the same that afterwards
gave me five gold pieces to take them to you, but I
met the Fox and the Cat, who took me to the inn of The
Red Craw-Fish, where they ate like wolves, and I left by
myself in the middle of the night, and I encountered assassins
who ran after me, and I ran away, and they followed,
and I ran, and they always followed me, and I ran, until they
hung me to a branch of a Big Oak, and the beautiful Child
with blue hair sent a little carriage to fetch me, and the doctors
when they saw me said immediately, 'If he is not dead, it is
a proof that he is still alive'—and then by chance I told a lie,
and my nose began to grow until I could no longer get through
the door of the room, for which reason I went with the Fox
and the Cat to bury the four gold pieces, for one I had spent
at the inn, and the Parrot began to laugh, and instead of two
thousand gold pieces I found none left, for which reason the
judge when he heard that I had been robbed had me immediately
put in prison to content the robbers, and then when I
was coming away I saw a beautiful bunch of grapes in a field,
and I was caught in a trap, and the peasant, who was quite
right, put a dog-collar round my neck that I might guard the
poultry-yard, and acknowledging my innocence let me go, and
the Serpent with the smoking tail began to laugh and broke a
blood-vessel in his chest, and so I returned to the house of
the beautiful Child, who was dead, and the Pigeon, seeing that
I was crying, said to me, 'I have seen your father who was
building a little boat to go in search of you,' and I said to
him, 'Oh! if I also had wings,' and he said to me, 'Do you
want to go to your father?' and I said, 'Without doubt! but
who will take me to him?' and he said to me, 'I will take you,'
and I said to him, 'How?' and he said to me, 'Get on my
back,' and so we flew all night, and then in the morning all
the fishermen who were looking out to sea said to me, 'There
is a poor man in a boat who is on the point of being drowned,'
and I recognized you at once, even at that distance, for my
heart told me, and I made signs to you to return to land."</p>
<p>"I also recognized you," said Geppetto, "and I would
willingly have returned to the shore, but what was I to do!
The sea was tremendous and a great wave upset my boat.
Then a horrible Dog-Fish, who was near, as soon as he saw
me in the water, came towards me, and, putting out his tongue,
took hold of me and swallowed me as if I had been a little
apple tart."</p>
<p>"And how long have you been shut up here?" asked
Pinocchio.</p>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="It Would Be More Comfortable on the Tunny's Back">
<tr><td align='center'><big><b>They Thought It Would Be More<br />
Comfortable to Get on the Tunny's<br />
Back</b></big></td>
<td align='center'><a name="illus-193" id="illus-193"></a>
<img src="images/illus-193.png"
alt="It Would Be More Comfortable on the Tunny's Back" title="It Would Be More Comfortable on the Tunny's Back" /></td></tr>
</table></div>
<p>"Since that day—it must be nearly two years ago; two
years, my dear Pinocchio, that have seemed like two centuries!"</p>
<p>"And how have you managed to live? And where did
you get the candle? And the matches to light it? Who gave
them to you?"</p>
<p>"Stop, and I will tell you everything. You must know,
then, that in the same storm in which my boat was upset a
merchant vessel foundered. The sailors were all saved, but
the vessel went to the bottom, and the Dog-Fish, who had that
day an excellent appetite, after he had swallowed me, swallowed
also the vessel."</p>
<p>"How?"</p>
<p>"He swallowed it in one mouthful, and the only thing
that he spat out was the mainmast, that had stuck between
his teeth like a fish-bone. Fortunately for me, the vessel was
laden with preserved meat in tins, biscuit, bottles of wine,
dried raisins, cheese, coffee, sugar, candles, and boxes of wax
matches. With this providential supply I have been able to
live for two years. But I have arrived at the end of my
resources; there is nothing left in the larder, and this candle
that you see burning is the last that remains."</p>
<p>"And after that?"</p>
<p>"After that, dear boy, we shall both remain in the dark."</p>
<p>"Then, dear little papa," said Pinocchio, "there is no time
to lose. We must think of escaping."</p>
<p>"Of escaping? How?"</p>
<p>"We must escape through the mouth of the Dog-Fish,
throw ourselves into the sea and swim away."</p>
<p>"You talk well; but, dear Pinocchio, I don't know how
to swim."</p>
<p>"What does that matter? I am a good swimmer, and
you can get on my shoulders and I will carry you safely
to shore."</p>
<p>"All illusions, my boy!" replied Geppetto, shaking his
head, with a melancholy smile. "Do you suppose it possible
that a puppet like you, scarcely a yard high, could have the
strength to swim with me on his shoulders!"</p>
<p>"Try it and you will see!"</p>
<p>Without another word Pinocchio took the candle in his
hand, and, going in front to light the way, he said to his father:</p>
<p>"Follow me, and don't be afraid."</p>
<p>And they walked for some time and traversed the body
and the stomach of the Dog-Fish. But when they had arrived
at the point where the monster's big throat began, they thought
it better to stop to give a good look around and to choose the
best moment for escaping.</p>
<p>Now, I must tell you that the Dog-Fish, being very old,
and suffering from asthma and palpitation of the heart, was
obliged to sleep with his mouth open. Pinocchio, therefore,
having approached the entrance to his throat, and, looking up,
could see beyond the enormous gaping mouth a large piece of
starry sky and beautiful moonlight.</p>
<p>"This is the moment to escape," he whispered, turning to
his father; "the Dog-Fish is sleeping like a dormouse, the sea
is calm, and it is as light as day. Follow me, dear papa, and
in a short time we shall be in safety."</p>
<p>They immediately climbed up the throat of the sea-monster,
and, having reached his immense mouth, they began to
walk on tiptoe down his tongue.</p>
<p>Before taking the final leap the puppet said to his father:</p>
<p>"Get on my shoulders and put your arms tightly around
my neck. I will take care of the rest."</p>
<p>As soon as Geppetto was firmly settled on his son's shoulders,
Pinocchio, feeling sure of himself, threw himself into the
water and began to swim. The sea was as smooth as oil, the
moon shone brilliantly, and the Dog-Fish was sleeping so
profoundly that even a cannonade would have failed to wake
him.</p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><a name="illus-197" id="illus-197"></a></p>
<div class="figcenter">
<img src="images/illus-197.png"
alt="The Blind Cat and the Tailless Fox" title="The Blind Cat and the Tailless Fox" />
</div>
<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXXVI</h3>
<h2>PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO BE A PUPPET
AND BECOMES A BOY</h2>
<p>Whilst Pinocchio was swimming quickly towards the
shore he discovered that his father, who was on his
shoulders with his legs in the water, was trembling as violently
as if the poor man had an attack of ague fever.</p>
<p>Was he trembling from cold or from fear. Perhaps a
little from both the one and the other. But Pinocchio, thinking
it was from fear, said, to comfort him:</p>
<p>"Courage, papa! In a few minutes we shall be safely
on shore."</p>
<p>"But where is this blessed shore?" asked the little old man,
becoming still more frightened, and screwing up his eyes as
tailors do when they wish to thread a needle. "I have been
looking in every direction and I see nothing but the sky and
the sea."</p>
<p>"But I see the shore as well," said the puppet. "You must
know that I am like a cat: I see better by night than by day."</p>
<p>Poor Pinocchio was making a pretense of being in good
spirits, but in reality he was beginning to feel discouraged;
his strength was failing, he was gasping and panting for breath.
He could do no more, and the shore was still far off.</p>
<p>He swam until he had no breath left; then he turned his
head to Geppetto and said in broken words?</p>
<p>"Papa, help me, I am dying!"</p>
<p>The father and son were on the point of drowning when
they heard a voice like a guitar out of tune saying:</p>
<p>"Who is it that is dying?"</p>
<p>"It is I, and my poor father!"</p>
<p>"I know that voice! You are Pinocchio!"</p>
<p>"Precisely; and you?"</p>
<p>"I am the Tunny, your prison companion in the body of
the Dog-Fish."</p>
<p>"And how did you manage to escape?"</p>
<p>"I followed your example. You showed me the road, and
I escaped after you."</p>
<p>"Tunny, you have arrived at the right moment! I implore
you to help us or we are lost."</p>
<p>"Willingly and with all my heart. You must, both of you,
take hold of my tail and leave it to me to guide you. I will take
you on shore in four minutes."</p>
<p>Geppetto and Pinocchio, as I need not tell you, accepted
the offer at once; but, instead of holding on by his tail, they
thought it would be more comfortable to get on the Tunny's
back.</p>
<p>Having reached the shore, Pinocchio sprang first on land
that he might help his father to do the same. He then turned
to the Tunny and said to him in a voice full of emotion:</p>
<p>"My friend, you have saved my papa's life. I can find
no words with which to thank you properly. Permit me at least
to give you a kiss as a sign of my eternal gratitude!"</p>
<p>The Tunny put his head out of the water and Pinocchio,
kneeling on the ground, kissed him tenderly on the mouth. At
this spontaneous proof of warm affection, the poor Tunny,
who was not accustomed to it, felt extremely touched, and,
ashamed to let himself be seen crying like a child, he plunged
under the water and disappeared.</p>
<p>By this time the day had dawned. Pinocchio, then offering
his arm to Geppetto, who had scarcely breath to stand,
said to him:</p>
<p>"Lean on my arm, dear papa, and let us go. We will
walk very slowly, like the ants, and when we are tired we can
rest by the wayside."</p>
<p>"And where shall we go?" asked Geppetto.</p>
<p>"In search of some house or cottage, where they will give
us for charity a mouthful of bread, and a little straw to serve
as a bed."</p>
<p>They had not gone a hundred yards when they saw by
the roadside two villainous-looking individuals begging.</p>
<p>They were the Cat and the Fox, but they were scarcely
recognizable. Fancy! the Cat had so long feigned blindness
that she had become blind in reality; and the Fox, old, mangy,
and with one side paralyzed, had not even his tail left. That
sneaking thief, having fallen into the most squalid misery, one
fine day had found himself obliged to sell his beautiful tail to
a traveling peddler, who bought it to drive away flies.</p>
<p>"Oh, Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, "give a little in charity
to two poor, infirm people."</p>
<p>"Infirm people," repeated the Cat.</p>
<p>"Begone, impostors!" answered the puppet. "You took
me in once, but you will never catch me again."</p>
<p>"Believe me, Pinocchio, we are now poor and unfortunate
indeed!"</p>
<p>"If you are poor, you deserve it. Recollect the proverb:
'Stolen money never fructifies.' Begone, impostors!"</p>
<p>And, thus saying, Pinocchio and Geppetto went their way
in peace. When they had gone another hundred yards they
saw, at the end of a path in the middle of the fields, a nice
little straw hut with a roof of tiles and bricks.</p>
<p>"That hut must be inhabited by some one," said Pinocchio.
"Let us go and knock at the door."</p>
<p>They went and knocked.</p>
<p>"We are a poor father and son without bread and without
a roof," answered the puppet.</p>
<p>"Turn the key and the door will open," said the same
little voice.</p>
<p>Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. They
went in and looked here, there, and everywhere, but could see
no one.</p>
<p>"Oh! where is the master of the house?" said Pinocchio,
much surprised.</p>
<p>"Here I am, up here!"</p>
<p>The father and son looked immediately up to the ceiling,
and there on a beam they saw the Talking-Cricket.</p>
<p>"Oh, my dear little Cricket!" said Pinocchio, bowing politely
to him.</p>
<p>"Ah! now you call me 'Your dear little Cricket.' But
do you remember the time when you threw the handle of a
hammer at me, to drive me from your house?"</p>
<p>"You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also! Throw
the handle of a hammer at me, but have pity on my poor papa."</p>
<p>"I will have pity on both father and son, but I wished
to remind you of the ill treatment I received from you, to
teach you that in this world, when it is possible, we should
show courtesy to everybody, if we wish it to be extended to
us in our hour of need."</p>
<p>"You are right. Cricket, you are right, and I will bear
in mind the lesson you have given me. But tell me how you
managed to buy this beautiful hut."</p>
<p>"This hut was given to me yesterday by a goat whose
wool was of a beautiful blue color."</p>
<p>"And where has the goat gone?" asked Pinocchio, with
lively curiosity.</p>
<p>"I do not know."</p>
<p>"And when will it come back?"</p>
<p>"It will never come back. It went away yesterday in
great grief and, bleating, it seemed to say: 'Poor Pinocchio!
I shall never see him more, for by this time the Dog-Fish
must have devoured him!'"</p>
<p>"Did it really say that? Then it was she! It was my
dear little Fairy," exclaimed Pinocchio, crying and sobbing.</p>
<p>When he had cried for some time he dried his eyes and
prepared a comfortable bed of straw for Geppetto to lie down
upon. Then he asked the Cricket:</p>
<p>"Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a tumbler of
milk for my poor papa?"</p>
<p>"Three fields off from here there lives a gardener called
Giangio, who keeps cows. Go to him and you will get the
milk you are in want of."</p>
<p>Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio's house, and the
gardener asked him:</p>
<p>"How much milk do you want?"</p>
<p>"I want a tumblerful."</p>
<p>"A tumbler of milk costs five cents. Begin by giving
me the five cents."</p>
<p>"I have not even one cent," replied Pinocchio, grieved and
mortified.</p>
<p>"That is bad, puppet," answered the gardener. "If you
have not even one cent, I have not even a drop of milk."</p>
<p>"I must have patience!" said Pinocchio, and he turned
to go.</p>
<p>"Wait a little," said Giangio. "We can come to an arrangement
together. Will you undertake to turn the pumping
machine?"</p>
<p>"What is the pumping machine?"</p>
<p>"It is a wooden pole which serves to draw up the water
from the cistern to water the vegetables."</p>
<p>"You can try me."</p>
<p>"Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buckets of water,
I will give you in compensation a tumbler of milk."</p>
<p>"It is a bargain."</p>
<p>Giangio then led Pinocchio to the kitchen garden and
taught him how to turn the pumping machine. Pinocchio
immediately began to work; but before he had drawn up the
hundred buckets of water the perspiration was pouring from
his head to his feet. Never before had he undergone such
fatigue.</p>
<p>"Up till now," said the gardener, "the labor of turning
the pumping machine was performed by my little donkey, but
the poor animal is dying."</p>
<p>"Will you take me to see him?" said Pinocchio.</p>
<p>"Willingly."</p>
<p>When Pinocchio went into the stable he saw a beautiful
little donkey stretched on the straw, worn out from hunger
and overwork. After looking at him earnestly, he said to
himself, much troubled:</p>
<p>"I am sure I know this little donkey! His face is not
new to me."</p>
<p>And, bending over him, he asked him in asinine language:</p>
<p>"Who are you?"</p>
<p>At this question the little donkey opened his dying eyes,
and answered in broken words in the same language:</p>
<p>"I am—Can—dle—wick."</p>
<p>And, having again closed his eyes, he expired.</p>
<p>"Oh, poor Candlewick!" said Pinocchio in a low voice;
and, taking a handful of straw, he dried a tear that was rolling
down his face.</p>
<p>"Do you grieve for a donkey that cost you nothing?" said
the gardener. "What must it be to me, who bought him for
ready money?"</p>
<p>"I must tell you—he was my friend!"</p>
<p>"Your friend?"</p>
<p>"One of my school-fellows!"</p>
<p>"How?" shouted Giangio, laughing loudly. "How? had
you donkeys for school-fellows? I can imagine what wonderful
studies you must have made!"</p>
<p>The puppet, who felt much mortified at these words, did
not answer; but, taking his tumbler of milk, still quite warm,
he returned to the hut.</p>
<p>And from that day for more than five months he continued
to get up at daybreak every morning to go and turn the
pumping machine, to earn the tumbler of milk that was of
such benefit to his father in his bad state of health. Nor was
he satisfied with this; for, during the time that he had over,
he learned to make hampers and baskets of rushes, and with
the money he obtained by selling them he was able with great
economy to provide for all the daily expenses. Amongst other
things he constructed an elegant little wheel-chair, in which
he could take his father out on fine days to breathe a mouthful
of fresh air.</p>
<p>By his industry, ingenuity and his anxiety to work and
to overcome difficulties, he not only succeeded in maintaining
his father, who continued infirm, in comfort, but he also contrived
to put aside five dollars to buy himself a new coat.</p>
<p>One morning he said to his father:</p>
<p>"I am going to the neighboring market to buy myself a
jacket, a cap, and a pair of shoes. When I return," he added,
laughing, "I shall be so well dressed that you will take me
for a fine gentleman."</p>
<p>And, leaving the house, he began to run merrily and
happily along. All at once he heard himself called by name
and, turning around, he saw a big Snail crawling out from
the hedge.</p>
<p>"Do you not know me?" asked the Snail.</p>
<p>"It seems to me—and yet I am not sure—"</p>
<p>"Do you not remember the Snail who was lady's-maid to
the Fairy with blue hair? Do you not remember the time
when I came downstairs to let you in, and you were caught
by your foot, which you had stuck through the house-door?"</p>
<p>"I remember it all" shouted Pinocchio. "Tell me quickly,
my beautiful little Snail, where have you left my good Fairy?
What is she doing? Has she forgiven me? Does she still remember
me? Does she still wish me well? Is she far from here? Can
I go and see her?"</p>
<p>To all these rapid, breathless questions the Snail replied in
her usual phlegmatic manner:</p>
<p>"My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying in bed at the
hospital!"</p>
<p>"At the hospital?"</p>
<p>"It is only too true. Overtaken by a thousand misfortunes,
she has fallen seriously ill, and she has not even enough
to buy herself a mouthful of bread."</p>
<p>"Is it really so? Oh, what sorrow you have given me!
Oh, poor Fairy! Poor Fairy! Poor Fairy! If I had a million
I would run and carry it to her, but I have only five dollars.
Here they are—I was going to buy a new coat. Take them,
Snail, and carry them at once to my good Fairy."</p>
<p>"And your new coat?"</p>
<p>"What matters my new coat? I would sell even these
rags that I have on to be able to help her. Go, Snail, and
be quick; and in two days return to this place, for I hope I
shall then be able to give you some more money. Up to this
time I have worked to maintain my papa; from today I will
work five hours more that I may also maintain my good
mamma. Good-bye, Snail, I shall expect you in two days."</p>
<p>The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began to run like
a lizard in a hot August sun.</p>
<p>That evening Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten
o'clock, sat up till midnight had struck; and instead of making
eight baskets of rushes he made sixteen.</p>
<p>Then he went to bed and fell asleep. And whilst he
slept he thought that he saw the Fairy, smiling and beautiful,
who, after having kissed him, said to him:</p>
<p>"Well done, Pinocchio! To reward you for your good
heart I will forgive you for all that is past. Boys who minister
tenderly to their parents and assist them in their misery and
infirmities, are deserving of great praise and affection, even if
they cannot be cited as examples of obedience and good behavior.
Try and do better in the future and you will be happy."</p>
<p>At this moment his dream ended and Pinocchio opened
his eyes and awoke.</p>
<p>But imagine his astonishment when upon awakening he
discovered that he was no longer a wooden puppet, but that
he had become instead a boy, like all other boys. He gave a
glance round and saw that the straw walls of the hut had
disappeared, and that he was in a pretty little room furnished
and arranged with a simplicity that was almost elegance. Jumping
out of bed he found a new suit of clothes ready for him,
a new cap, and a pair of new boots, that fitted him beautifully.</p>
<p>He was hardly dressed when he naturally put his hands
in his pockets and pulled out a little ivory purse on which
these words were written: "The Fairy with blue hair returns
the five dollars to her dear Pinocchio, and thanks him for his
good heart." He opened the purse and instead of five dollars
he saw fifty shining gold pieces fresh from the mint.</p>
<p>He then went and looked at himself in the glass, and he
thought he was some one else. For he no longer saw the
usual reflection of a wooden puppet; he was greeted instead
by the image of a bright, intelligent boy with chestnut hair,
blue eyes, and looking as happy and joyful as if it were the
Easter holidays.</p>
<p>In the midst of all these wonders succeeding each other,
Pinocchio felt quite bewildered, and he could not tell if he
was really awake or if he was dreaming with his eyes open.</p>
<p>"Where can my papa be?" he exclaimed suddenly, and,
going into the next room, he found old Geppetto quite well,
lively, and in good humor, just as he had been formerly. He
had already resumed his trade of wood-carving, and he was
designing a rich and beautiful frame of leaves, flowers and
the heads of animals.</p>
<p>"Satisfy my curiosity, dear papa," said Pinocchio, throwing
his arms around his neck and covering him with kisses;
"how can this sudden change be accounted for?"</p>
<p>"This sudden change in our home is all your doing," answered
Geppetto.</p>
<p>"How my doing?"</p>
<p>"Because when boys who have behaved badly turn over
a new leaf and become good, they have the power of bringing
contentment and happiness to their families."</p>
<p>"And where has the old wooden Pinocchio hidden himself?"</p>
<p>"There he is," answered Geppetto, and he pointed to a
big puppet leaning against a chair, with its head on one side,
its arms dangling, and its legs so crossed and bent that it was
really a miracle that it remained standing.</p>
<p>Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and, after he had
looked at it for a short time, he said to himself with great
complacency:</p>
<p>"How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet! And how
glad I am that I have become a well-behaved little boy!"</p>
<hr style="width: 95%;" />
<h4>Transcriber's Note:</h4>
<p class="tnote">The untitled illustration on page 26 was not listed in the List of
Illustrations of the source book.</p>
<p class="tnote">In several cases, missing punctuation was added or wrong punctuation
removed.</p>
<p class="tnote">The following typos were fixed:<br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"> thouand to thousand</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"> Harelquin to Harlequin</span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"> pretrified to petrified</span></p>
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