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Title: Pinocchio
The Tale of a Puppet
Author: C. Collodi
Illustrator: Alice Carsey
Release Date: October 13, 2005 [EBook #16865]
Language: English
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PINOCCHIO
THE TALE OF A
PUPPET
By C COLLODI
[Illustration: "HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO GO IN?"]
[Illustration]
PINOCCHIO
THE TALE OF A
PUPPET
By C COLLODI
Illustrated By
ALICE CARSEY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE, WISCONSIN
COPYRIGHT 1916 BY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE, WISCONSIN
PRINTED IN U.S.A.
Transcriber's Note:
The untitled illustration on page 26 was not listed in the List of
Illustrations of the source book.
In several cases, missing punctuation was added or wrong punctuation
removed.
The following typos were fixed:
thouand to thousand
Harelquin to Harlequin
pretrified to petrified
CONTENTS
Chap. Page
I THE PIECE OF WOOD THAT LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD 9
II MASTER CHERRY GIVES THE WOOD AWAY 12
III GEPPETTO NAMES HIS PUPPET PINOCCHIO 16
IV THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PINOCCHIO 23
V THE FLYING EGG 26
VI PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS 29
VII GEPPETTO GIVES HIS OWN BREAKFAST TO PINOCCHIO 31
VIII GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET 35
IX PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE A PUPPET-SHOW 39
X THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOCCHIO 42
XI FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO 45
XII PINOCCHIO RECEIVES A PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES 49
XIII THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH 57
XIV PINOCCHIO FALLS AMONG ASSASSINS 61
XV THE ASSASSINS HANG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK 65
XVI THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD RESCUES THE PUPPET 71
XVII PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE 75
XVIII PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT 81
XIX PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY 87
XX PINOCCHIO STARTS BACK TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE 91
XXI PINOCCHIO ACTS AS WATCH-DOG 94
XXII PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS 97
XXIII PINOCCHIO FLIES TO THE SEASHORE 101
XXIV PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN 109
XXV PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD 116
XXVI THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH 120
XXVII PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES 126
XXVIII PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE A FISH 133
XXIX HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE 139
XXX THE "LAND OF BOOBIES" 147
XXXI PINOCCHIO ENJOYS FIVE MONTHS OF HAPPINESS 153
XXXII PINOCCHIO TURNS INTO A DONKEY 160
XXXIII PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS 167
XXXIV PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH 178
XXXV A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO 186
XXXVI PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO BE A PUPPET AND BECOMES A BOY 194
LINE ILLUSTRATIONS
DECORATIVE TITLE PAGE 1
THE RUNAWAY PUPPET 9
GEPPETTO CARRIED OFF HIS FINE PIECE OF WOOD 12
HE SET TO WORK TO CUT OUT HIS PUPPET 16
A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT 17
PINOCCHIO THREW HIS HAMMER AT THE TALKING-CRICKET 23
UNTITLED 26
POOR PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS 29
GEPPETTO MAKES HIS PUPPET SOME CLOTHES 35
THE PUPPETS BEGAN TO DANCE MERRILY 45
PINOCCHIO MEETS THE CAT AND THE FOX 49
SPLASH! SPLASH! THEY FELL INTO THE DITCH 52
DINNER AT THE RED CRAW-FISH INN 57
PINOCCHIO ESCAPES FROM HIS ASSASSINS 61
THEY HUNG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK TREE 65
FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED 69
THE FALCON SAVES PINOCCHIO 71
PINOCCHIO REFUSES TO TAKE HIS MEDICINE 75
TREACHEROUS COMPANIONS 81
THE JUDGE WAS A BIG APE 87
PINOCCHIO GETS HIS FOOT CAUGHT IN A TRAP 94
THE NEW WATCH-DOG 97
PINOCCHIO'S WILD RIDE ON THE PIGEON'S BACK 101
AN IMMENSE SERPENT STRETCHED ACROSS THE ROAD 104
PINOCCHIO BRAVES THE SEA TO SAVE HIS FATHER 109
"SCHOOL GIVES ME PAIN ALL OVER THE BODY" 116
PINOCCHIO STARTS OFF HAPPILY FOR SCHOOL 120
"OH, I AM SICK OF BEING A PUPPET!" 121
THE BOYS THREW THEIR BOOKS AT POOR PINOCCHIO 126
THE FISHERMAN PUT HIS HAND INTO THE NET 133
THE DOG SEIZES PINOCCHIO AND ESCAPES 139
"HERE IS THE COACH!" SHOUTED CANDLEWICK 147
THEY ARRIVE IN THE "LAND OF THE BOOBIES" 153
THE BOYS ARE TURNED INTO DONKEYS 160
THE LITTLE DONKEYS ARE SOLD 167
ALL HIS FRIENDS WERE INVITED 172
THE PUPPET WAS WRIGGLING LIKE AN EEL 178
SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH 186
IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE ON THE TUNNY'S BACK 189
THE BLIND CAT AND THE TAILLESS FOX 194
[Illustration]
PINOCCHIO
CHAPTER I
THE PIECE OF WOOD THAT LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD
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.
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:
"This wood has come at the right moment; it will just do to make the leg
of a little table."
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!"
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?
"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."
And, taking up the axe, he struck a tremendous blow on the piece of
wood.
"Oh! oh! you have hurt me!" cried the same little voice dolefully.
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:
"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."
So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and commenced beating it
without mercy against the walls of the room.
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!
"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."
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:
"Stop! you are tickling me all over!"
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.
His face was changed, even the end of his nose, instead of being
crimson, as it was nearly always, had become blue from fright.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER II
MASTER CHERRY GIVES THE WOOD AWAY
At that moment some one knocked at the door.
"Come in," said the carpenter, without having the strength to rise to
his feet.
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.
Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called him Pudding! He became
furious and there was no holding him.
"Good-day, Master Antonio," said Geppetto; "what are you doing there on
the floor?"
"I am teaching the alphabet to the ants."
"Much good may that do you."
"What has brought you to me, neighbor Geppetto?"
"My legs. But to tell the truth. Master Antonio, I came to ask a favor
of you."
"Here I am, ready to serve you," replied the carpenter, getting on his
knees.
"This morning an idea came into my head."
"Let us hear it."
"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?"
"Bravo, Pudding!" exclaimed the same little voice, and it was impossible
to say where it came from.
Hearing himself called Pudding, Geppetto became as red as a turkey-cock
from rage and, turning to the carpenter, he said in a fury:
"Why do you insult me?"
"Who insults you?"
"You called me Pudding!"
"It was not I!"
"Do you think I called myself Pudding? It was you, I say!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
And, becoming more and more angry, from words they came to blows, and,
flying at each other, they bit and fought, and scratched.
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.
"Give me back my wig," screamed Master Antonio.
"And you, return me mine, and let us be friends again."
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.
"Well, then, neighbor Geppetto," said the carpenter, to prove that peace
was made, "what is the favor that you wish of me?"
"I want a little wood to make my puppet; will you give me some?"
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.
"Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make your presents, Master
Antonio? You have almost lamed me!"
"I swear to you that it was not I!"
"Then you would have it that it was I?"
"The wood is entirely to blame!"
"I know that it was the wood; but it was you that hit my legs with it!"
"I did not hit you with it!"
"Liar!"
"Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you Pudding!"
"Knave!"
"Pudding!"
"Donkey!"
"Pudding!"
"Baboon!"
"Pudding!"
On hearing himself called Pudding for the third time Geppetto, mad with
rage, fell upon the carpenter and they fought desperately.
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.
Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and, thanking Master
Antonio, returned limping to his house.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER III
GEPPETTO NAMES HIS PUPPET PINOCCHIO
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.
As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his tools and set to work to
cut out and model his puppet.
[Illustration: A Little Chicken Popped Out, Very Gay and Polite]
"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."
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.
The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment when he perceived that
they moved and looked fixedly at him.
Geppetto, seeing himself stared at by those two wooden eyes, said in an
angry voice:
"Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at me?"
No one answered.
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.
Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off, but the more he cut
and shortened it, the longer did that impertinent nose become!
The mouth was not even completed when it began to laugh and deride him.
"Stop laughing!" said Geppetto, provoked; but he might as well have
spoken to the wall.
"Stop laughing, I say!" he roared in a threatening tone.
The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its tongue as far as it
would go.
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.
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.
"Pinocchio! Give me back my wig instantly!"
But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it on his own head and was
in consequence nearly smothered.
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:
"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!"
And he dried a tear.
The legs and the feet remained to be done.
When Geppetto had finished the feet he received a kick on the point of
his nose.
"I deserve it!" he said to himself; "I should have thought of it sooner!
Now it is too late!"
He then took the puppet under the arms and placed him on the floor to
teach him to walk.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
He then took him by the collar and as he was leading him away he said to
him, shaking his head threateningly:
"We will go home at once, and as soon as we arrive we will settle our
accounts, never doubt it."
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.
Some of them said one thing, some another.
"Poor puppet!" said several, "he is right not to wish to return home!
Who knows how Geppetto, that bad old man, will beat him!"
And the others added maliciously:
"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!"
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:
"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!"
[Illustration]
CHAPTER IV
THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PINOCCHIO
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.
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.
But soon he heard some one in the room who was saying:
"Cri-cri-cri!"
"Who calls me?" said Pinocchio in a fright.
"It is I!"
Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawling slowly up the
wall.
"Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?"
"I am the Talking-Cricket, and I have lived in this room a hundred years
or more."
"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."
"I will not go," answered the Cricket, "until I have told you a great
truth."
"Tell it me, then, and be quick about it."
"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."
"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."
"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?"
"Hold your tongue, you wicked, ill-omened croaker!" shouted Pinocchio.
But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical, instead of becoming
angry at this impertinence, continued in the same tone:
"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!"
"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."
"And that trade--what is it?"
"It is to eat, drink, sleep and amuse myself, and to lead a vagabond
life from morning to night."
"As a rule," said the Talking-Cricket, "all those who follow that trade
end almost always either in a hospital or in prison."
"Take care, you wicked, ill-omened croaker! Woe to you if I fly into a
passion!"
"Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you!"
"Why do you pity me?"
"Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, because you have a wooden
head."
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.
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER V
THE FLYING EGG
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.
After a few minutes his appetite had become hunger and in no time his
hunger became ravenous.
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.
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.
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.
Then he began to cry desperately, and he said:
"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!"
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.
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:
"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!"
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:
"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!"
Thus saying, it spread its wings, darted through the open window and,
flying away, was lost to sight.
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:
"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!"
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER VI
PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS
It was a wild and stormy night. The thunder was tremendous and the
lightning so vivid that the sky seemed on fire.
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.
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.
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:
"That will bring somebody."
And so it did. A little old man appeared at a window with a night-cap on
his head and called to him angrily:
"What do you want at such an hour?"
"Would you be kind enough to give me a little bread?"
"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.
After half a minute the window was again opened and the voice of the
same little old man shouted to Pinocchio:
"Come underneath and hold out your cap."
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Who is there?" he asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"It is I!" answered a voice.
And Pinocchio recognized Geppetto's voice.
CHAPTER VII
GEPPETTO GIVES HIS OWN BREAKFAST TO PINOCCHIO
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.
And the noise he made in falling was as if a sack of wooden ladles had
been thrown from a fifth story.
"Open the door!" shouted Geppetto from the street.
"Dear papa, I cannot," answered the puppet, crying and rolling about on
the ground.
"Why can't you?"
"Because my feet have been eaten."
"And who has eaten your feet?"
"The cat," said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who was amusing herself by
making some shavings dance with her forepaws.
"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!"
"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!"
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.
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:
"My little Pinocchio! how did you manage to burn your feet?"
"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.
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:
"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."
"If you wish me to eat them, be kind enough to peel them for me."
"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!"
"You are no doubt right," interrupted Pinocchio, "but I will never eat
fruit that has not been peeled. I cannot bear rind."
So good Geppetto peeled the three pears and put the rind on a corner of
the table.
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:
"Do not throw it away; in this world everything may be of use."
"But core I am determined I will not eat," shouted the puppet, turning
upon him like a viper.
"Who knows! there are so many chances!" repeated Geppetto, without
losing his temper.
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.
Having eaten, or rather having devoured the three pears, Pinocchio
yawned tremendously, and then said in a fretful tone:
"I am as hungry as ever!"
"But, my boy, I have nothing more to give you!"
"Nothing, really nothing?"
"I have only the rind and the cores of the three pears."
"One must have patience!" said Pinocchio; "if there is nothing else I
will eat a rind."
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:
"Ah! now I feel comfortable."
"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!"
[Illustration]
CHAPTER VIII
GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET
No sooner had the puppet satisfied his hunger than he began to cry and
to grumble because he wanted a pair of new feet.
But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness, allowed him to cry and
to despair for half the day. He then said to him:
"Why should I make you new feet? To enable you, perhaps, to escape again
from home?"
"I promise you," said the puppet, sobbing, "that for the future I will
be good."
"All boys," replied Geppetto, "when they are bent upon obtaining
something, say the same thing."
"I promise you that I will go to school and that I will study and bring
home a good report."
"All boys, when they are bent on obtaining something, repeat the same
story."
"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."
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.
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.
Geppetto then said to the puppet:
"Shut your eyes and go to sleep!"
And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
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.
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.
"To reward you for what you have done for me," said Pinocchio to his
father, "I will go to school at once."
"Good boy."
"But to go to school I shall want some clothes."
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.
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:
"I look quite like a gentleman!"
"Yes, indeed," answered Geppetto, "for bear in mind that it is not fine
clothes that make the gentleman, but rather clean clothes."
"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."
"And what is it?"
"I have no spelling-book."
"You are right: but what shall we do to get one?"
"It is quite easy. We have only to go to the bookseller's and buy it."
"And the money?"
"I have got none."
"Neither have I," added the good old man, very sadly.
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.
"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.
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.
"And the coat, papa?"
"I have sold it."
"Why did you sell it?"
"Because I found it too hot."
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.
CHAPTER IX
PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE A PUPPET-SHOW
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.
And, talking to himself, he said:
"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!"
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.
He stopped and listened. The sounds came from the end of a cross street
that led to a little village on the seashore.
"What can that music be? What a pity that I have to go to school, or
else--"
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?
"Today I will go and hear the fifes, and tomorrow I will go to school,"
finally decided the young scapegrace, shrugging his shoulders.
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.
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.
"What is that building?" asked Pinocchio, turning to a little boy who
belonged to the place.
"Read the placard--it is all written--and then you will know."
"I would read it willingly, but it so happens that today I don't know
how to read."
"Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you. The writing on that
placard in those letters red as fire is:
"THE GREAT PUPPET THEATER."
"Has the play begun long?"
"It is beginning now."
"How much does it cost to go in?"
"A dime."
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:
"Would you lend me a dime until tomorrow?"
"I would lend it to you willingly," said the other, "but it so happens
that today I cannot give it to you."
"I will sell you my jacket for a dime," the puppet then said to him.
"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."
"Will you buy my shoes?"
"They would only be of use to light the fire."
"How much will you give me for my cap?"
"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."
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:
"Will you give me a dime for this new spelling-book?"
"I am a boy and I don't buy from boys," replied his little interlocutor,
who had much more sense than he had.
"I will buy the spelling-book for a dime," called out a hawker of old
clothes, who had been listening to the conversation.
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.
CHAPTER X
THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOCCHIO
When Pinocchio came into the little puppet theater, an incident occurred
that almost produced a revolution.
The curtain had gone up and the play had already begun.
On the stage Harlequin and Punch were as usual quarrelling with each
other and threatening every moment to come to blows.
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:
"Gods of the firmament! Do I dream or am I awake? But surely that is
Pinocchio!"
"It is indeed Pinocchio!" cried Punch.
"It is indeed himself!" screamed Miss Rose, peeping from behind the
scenes.
"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!"
"Pinocchio, come up here to me," cried Harlequin, "and throw yourself
into the arms of your wooden brothers!"
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.
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.
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!"
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"Believe me, honored sir, it was not my fault!"
"That is enough! Tonight we will settle our accounts."
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:
"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."
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!"
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XI
FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO
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:
"Good news, brother. The showman has sneezed and that is a sign that he
pities you, and consequently you are saved."
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.
After he had sneezed, the showman, still acting the ruffian, shouted to
Pinocchio:
"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.
"Bless you!" said Pinocchio.
"Thank you! And your papa and your mamma, are they still alive?" asked
Fire-Eater.
"Papa, yes; my mamma I have never known."
"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.
"Bless you" said Pinocchio.
"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!"
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.
The showman said to them in a hoarse voice:
"Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then throw him on the fire to
burn. I am determined that my mutton shall be well roasted."
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.
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:
"Have pity, Sir Fire-Eater!"
"Here there are no sirs," the showman answered severely.
"Have pity, Sir Knight!"
"Here there are no knights!"
"Have pity, Commander!"
"Here there are no commanders!"
"Have pity, Excellence!"
Upon hearing himself called Excellence the showman began to smile and
became at once kinder and more tractable. Turning to Pinocchio, he
asked:
"Well, what do you want from me?"
"I implore you to pardon poor Harlequin."
"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."
"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!"
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.
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:
"You are a good, brave boy! Come here and give me a kiss."
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.
"Then the pardon is granted?" asked poor Harlequin in a faint voice that
was scarcely audible.
"The pardon is granted!" answered Fire-Eater; he then added, sighing and
shaking his head:
"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!"
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XII
PINOCCHIO RECEIVES A PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES
The following day Fire-Eater called Pinocchio to one side and asked him:
"What is your father's name?"
"Geppetto."
"And what trade does he follow?"
"He is a beggar."
"Does he gain much?"
"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."
"Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here are five gold pieces. Go
at once and take them to him with my compliments."
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.
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.
"Good-day, Pinocchio," said the Fox, greeting him politely.
"How do you come to know my name?" asked the puppet.
"I know your father well."
"Where did you see him?"
"I saw him yesterday at the door of his house."
"And what was he doing?"
"He was in his shirt-sleeves and shivering with cold."
"Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he shall shiver no more!"
"Why?"
"Because I have become a gentleman."
"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.
[Illustration: Splash! Splash! They fell Into the Very Middle of the
Ditch]
"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."
And he pulled out the money that Fire-Eater had given him.
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.
"And now," asked the Fox, "what are you going to do with all that
money?"
"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."
"For yourself?"
"Yes indeed, for I wish to go to school to study in earnest."
"Look at me!" said the Fox. "Through my foolish passion for study I have
lost a leg."
"Look at me!" said the Cat. "Through my foolish passion for study I have
lost the sight of both my eyes."
At that moment a white Blackbird, that was perched on the hedge by the
road, began his usual song, and said:
"Pinocchio, don't listen to the advice of bad companions; if you do you
will repent it!"
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.
Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she shut her eyes again and
feigned blindness as before.
"Poor Blackbird!" said Pinocchio to the Cat, "why did you treat him so
badly?"
"I did it to give him a lesson. He will learn another time not to
meddle in other people's conversation."
They had gone almost half-way when the Fox, halting suddenly, said to
the puppet:
"Would you like to double your money?"
"In what way?"
"Would you like to make out of your five miserable sovereigns, a
hundred, a thousand, two thousand?"
"I should think so! but in what way?"
"The way is easy enough. Instead of returning home you must go with us."
"And where do you wish to take me?"
"To the land of the Owls."
Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he said resolutely:
"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!"
"Well, then," said the Fox, "you are quite decided to go home? Go, then,
and so much the worse for you."
"So much the worse for you!" repeated the Cat.
"Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a kick to fortune."
"To fortune!" repeated the Cat.
"Between today and tomorrow your five sovereigns would have become two
thousand."
"Two thousand!" repeated the Cat.
"But how is it possible that they could become so many?" asked
Pinocchio, remaining with his mouth open from astonishment.
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"A present to us?" cried the Fox with indignation and appearing much
offended. "What are you dreaming of?"
"What are you dreaming of?" repeated the Cat.
"We do not work," said the Fox, "for interest: we work solely to enrich
others."
"Others!" repeated the Cat.
"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:
"Let us be off at once. I will go with you."
[Illustration: A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT, VERY GAY AND POLITE]
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XIII
THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH
They walked, and walked, and walked, until at last, towards evening,
they arrived, all tired out, at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish.
"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."
Having gone into the inn they all three sat down to table, but none of
them had any appetite.
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!
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.
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.
When they had supped, the Fox said to the host:
"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."
"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!"
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.
It was the host who had come to tell him that midnight had struck.
"Are my companions ready?" asked the puppet.
"Ready! Why, they left two hours ago."
"Why were they in such a hurry?"
"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."
"Did they pay for the supper?"
"What are you thinking of? They are too well educated to dream of
offering such an insult to a gentleman like you."
"What a pity! It is an insult that would have given me so much
pleasure!" said Pinocchio, scratching his head. He then asked:
"And where did my good friends say they would wait for me?"
"At the Field of Miracles, tomorrow morning at daybreak."
Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and that of his companions,
and then left.
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?"
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.
"Who are you?" asked Pinocchio.
"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.
"What do you want with me?" said the puppet.
"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."
"By tomorrow my papa will be a gentleman, for these four sovereigns will
have become two thousand."
"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."
"On the contrary, I am determined to go on."
"The hour is late!"
"I am determined to go on."
"The night is dark!"
"I am determined to go on."
"The road is dangerous!"
"I am determined to go on."
"Remember that boys who are bent on following their caprices, and will
have their own way, sooner or later repent it."
"Always the same stories. Good-night, Cricket."
"Good-night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven preserve you from dangers and
from assassins."
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XIV
PINOCCHIO FALLS AMONGST ASSASSINS
"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."
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.
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.
"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.
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:
"Your money or your life!"
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.
"Come, now! Less nonsense and out with the money!" cried the two
brigands threateningly.
And the puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify: "I have none."
"Deliver up your money or you are dead," said the tallest of the
brigands.
"Dead!" repeated the other.
"And after we have killed you, we will also kill your father!"
"Also your father!"
"No, no, no, not my poor papa!" cried Pinocchio in a despairing voice,
and as he said it the sovereigns clinked in his mouth.
"Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden your money under your tongue! Spit
it out at once!"
Pinocchio was obstinate.
"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
"A fine bath to you, gentleman assassins."
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XV
THE ASSASSINS HANG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK
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.
"If only I had breath to reach that house," he said to himself, "perhaps
I should be saved."
And, without delaying an instant, he recommenced running for his life
through the wood, and the assassins after him.
At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours, he arrived quite
breathless at the door of the house, and knocked.
No one answered.
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.
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:
"In this house there is no one. They are all dead."
"Then at least open the door for me yourself," shouted Pinocchio, crying
and imploring.
"I am dead also."
"Dead? Then what are you doing there at the window?"
"I am waiting for the bier to come to carry me away."
Having said this she immediately disappeared and the window was closed
again without the slightest noise.
"Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair," cried Pinocchio, "open the door,
for pity's sake! Have compassion on a poor boy pursued by assas--"
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:
"You shall not escape from us again!"
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.
"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!"
And, drawing out two long, horrid knives as sharp as razors,
clash!--they attempted to stab him twice.
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.
"I see what we must do," said one of them. "He must be hung! let us hang
him!"
"Let us hang him!" repeated the other.
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.
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.
Losing patience, they turned to Pinocchio and said in a bantering tone:
"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."
And they walked off.
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.
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:
"Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!"
[Illustration: Four Rabbits as Black as Ink Entered Carrying a Little
Bier]
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XVI
THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD RESCUES THE PUPPET
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.
At this signal there came a sound of the sweep of wings flying rapidly
and a large Falcon flew on to the window-sill.
"What are your orders, gracious Fairy?" he asked, inclining his beak in
sign of reverence.
"Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch of the Big Oak?"
"I see him."
"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."
The Falcon flew away and after two minutes he returned, saying:
"I have done as you commanded."
"And how did you find him?"
"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!'"
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.
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.
"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?"
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.
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.
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.
They came immediately, one after the other: namely, a Crow, an Owl, and
a Talking-Cricket.
"I wish to know from you, gentlemen," said the Fairy, "if this
unfortunate puppet is alive or dead!"
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:
"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!"
"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!"
"And you--have you nothing to say?" asked the Fairy of the
Talking-Cricket.
"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!"
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.
"That puppet there," continued the Talking-Cricket, "is a confirmed
rogue."
Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again immediately.
"He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vagabond."
Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.
"That puppet there is a disobedient son who will make his poor father
die of a broken heart!"
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.
"When a dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get
well," said the Crow solemnly.
"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."
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XVII
PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE
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.
She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in half a tumbler of
water and, offering it to the puppet, she said to him lovingly:
"Drink it and in a few days you will be cured."
Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face, and then asked in a
plaintive voice:
"Is it sweet or bitter?"
"It is bitter, but it will do you good."
"If it is bitter, I will not take it."
"Listen to me: drink it."
"I don't like anything bitter."
"Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give you a lump of sugar to
take away the taste."
"Where is the lump of sugar?"
"Here it is," said the Fairy, taking a piece from a gold sugar-basin.
"Give me first the lump of sugar and then I will drink that bad bitter
water."
"Do you promise me?"
"Yes."
The Fairy gave him the sugar and Pinocchio, having crunched it up and
swallowed it in a second, said, licking his lips:
"It would be a fine thing if sugar were medicine! I would take it every
day."
"Now keep your promise and drink these few drops of water, which will
restore you to health."
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:
"It is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink it."
"How can you tell that, when you have not even tasted it?"
"I can imagine it! I know it from the smell. I want first another lump
of sugar and then I will drink it!"
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.
"I cannot drink it so!" said the puppet, making a thousand grimaces.
"Why?"
"Because that pillow that is down there on my feet bothers me."
The Fairy removed the pillow.
"It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it."
"What is the matter now?"
"The door of the room, which is half open, bothers me."
The Fairy went and closed the door.
"In short," cried Pinocchio, bursting into tears, "I will not drink that
bitter water--no, no, no!"
"My boy, you will repent it."
"I don't care."
"Your illness is serious."
"I don't care."
"The fever in a few hours will carry you into the other world."
"I don't care."
"Are you not afraid of death?"
"I am not in the least afraid! I would rather die than drink that bitter
medicine."
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.
"What do you want with me?" cried Pinocchio, sitting up in bed in a
great fright.
"We have come to take you," said the biggest rabbit.
"To take me? But I am not yet dead!"
"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."
"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."
And, taking the tumbler in both hands, he emptied it at a gulp.
"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.
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.
The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing about the room as gay and as
lively as a young cock, said to him:
"Then my medicine has really done you good?"
"Good? I should think so! It has restored me to life!"
"Then why on earth did you require so much persuasion to take it?"
"Because you see that we boys are all like that! We are more afraid of
medicine than of the illness."
"Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that a good remedy taken in time may
save them from a serious illness, and perhaps even from death."
"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!"
"Now, come here to me and tell me how it came about that you fell into
the hands of those assassins."
"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."
"And the four pieces--where have you put them?" asked the Fairy.
"I have lost them!" said Pinocchio, but he was telling a lie, for he had
them in his pocket.
He had scarcely told the lie when his nose, which was already long, grew
at once two inches longer.
"And where did you lose them?"
"In the wood near here."
At this second lie his nose went on growing.
"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."
"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."
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.
And the Fairy looked at him and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" asked the puppet, very confused and anxious
at finding his nose growing so prodigiously.
"I am laughing at the lie you have told."
"And how can you possibly know that I have told a lie?"
"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."
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.
[Illustration: SPLASH! SPLASH! THEY FELL INTO THE VERY MIDDLE OF THE
DITCH]
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XVIII
PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT
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.
"What a good Fairy you are," said the puppet, drying his eyes, "and how
much I love you!"
"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."
"I would remain willingly if it were not for my poor papa."
"I have thought of everything. I have already let your father know, and
he will be here tonight."
"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."
"Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself. Take the road through
the wood and I am sure that you will meet him."
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.
"Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, kissing and embracing
him. "How came you to be here?"
"How come you to be here?" repeated the Cat.
"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?"
"Assassins! Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what did they want?"
"They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces."
"Villains!" said the Fox.
"Infamous villains!" repeated the Cat.
"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."
And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was two steps from them.
"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?"
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:
"What have you done with your paw?"
The Cat tried to answer, but became confused. Therefore the Fox said
immediately:
"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."
And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear.
Pinocchio was also touched and, approaching the Cat, he whispered into
her ear:
"If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would be!"
"And now, what are you doing here?" asked the Fox of the puppet.
"I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to arrive every moment."
"And your gold pieces?"
"I have got them in my pocket, all but one that I spent at the inn of
The Red Craw-Fish."
"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?"
"Today it is impossible; I will go another day."
"Another day it will be too late!" said the Fox.
"Why?"
"Because the field has been bought by a gentleman and after tomorrow no
one will be allowed to bury money there."
"How far off is the Field of Miracles?"
"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?"
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:
"Let us go: I will come with you."
And they went.
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.
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.
"And where is the Field of Miracles?" asked Pinocchio.
"It is here, not two steps from us."
They crossed the town and, having gone beyond the walls, they came to a
solitary field.
"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."
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.
"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."
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.
He then asked:
"Is there anything else to be done?"
"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."
The poor puppet, beside himself with joy, thanked the Fox and the Cat a
thousand times, and promised them a beautiful present.
"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."
Thus saying, they took leave of Pinocchio, and, wishing him a good
harvest, went about their business.
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CHAPTER XIX
PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY
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.
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:
"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."
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.
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.
"Why are you laughing?" asked Pinocchio in an angry voice.
"I am laughing because in pruning my feathers I tickled myself under my
wings."
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.
While he was thus occupied another laugh, still more impertinent than
the first, rang out in the silence of that solitary place.
"Once for all," shouted Pinocchio in a rage, "may I know, you
ill-educated Parrot, what you are laughing at?"
"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."
"Are you perhaps speaking of me?"
"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."
"I don't understand you," said the puppet, who was already trembling
with fear.
"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
At this summons two mastiffs immediately appeared dressed as gendarmes.
The judge then, pointing to Pinocchio, said to them:
"That poor devil has been robbed of four gold pieces; take him away and
put him immediately into prison."
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.
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.
"If the others are to be let out of prison, I will go also," said
Pinocchio to the jailor.
"No, not you," said the jailor, "because you do not belong to the
fortunate class."
"I beg your pardon," replied Pinocchio, "I am also a criminal."
"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.
CHAPTER XX
PINOCCHIO STARTS BACK TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE
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.
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?"
Whilst he was saying this he stopped suddenly, frightened to death, and
made four steps backwards.
What had he seen?
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.
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.
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.
At last Pinocchio, trying to feel courageous, approached to within a few
steps, and said to the Serpent in a little soft, insinuating voice:
"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?"
He might as well have spoken to the wall. Nobody moved.
He began again in the same soft voice:
"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?"
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.
"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.
And he fell so awkwardly that his head stuck in the mud and his legs
went into the air.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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CHAPTER XXI
PINOCCHIO ACTS AS WATCH-DOG
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.
At last night came on.
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:
"Oh, little Firefly, will you have pity on me and liberate me from this
torture?"
"Poor boy!" said the Firefly, stopping and looking at him with
compassion; "but how could your legs have been caught by those sharp
irons?"
"I came into the field to pick two bunches of these Muscatel grapes,
and--"
"But were the grapes yours?"
"No."
"Then who taught you to carry off other people's property?"
"I was so hungry."
"Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for appropriating what does not
belong to us."
"That is true, that is true!" said Pinocchio, crying. "I will never do
it again."
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.
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.
"Ah, little thief," said the angry peasant, "then it is you who carries
off my chickens?"
"No, it is not I; indeed it is not!" cried Pinocchio, sobbing. "I only
came into the field to take two bunches of grapes!"
"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."
Opening the trap, he seized the puppet by the collar and carried him to
his house as if he had been a young lamb.
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:
"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."
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.
"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."
After giving him this last injunction the man went into the house, shut
the door, and put up the chain.
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:
"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!"
Relieved by this little outburst, which came straight from his heart, he
went into the dog-kennel and fell asleep.
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CHAPTER XXII
PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS
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:
"Good evening, Melampo."
"My name is not Melampo," answered the puppet.
"Oh! then who are you?"
"I am Pinocchio."
"And what are you doing here?"
"I am acting as watch-dog."
"Then where is Melampo? Where is the old dog who lived in this kennel?"
"He died this morning."
"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."
"I beg your pardon, I am not a dog."
"Not a dog? Then what are you?"
"I am a puppet."
"And you are acting as watch-dog?"
"That is only too true--as a punishment."
"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."
"What are these conditions?"
"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."
"Did Melampo act in this manner?" asked Pinocchio.
"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?"
"Only too clearly!" answered Pinocchio, and he shook his head
threateningly, as much as to say: "You shall hear of this shortly!"
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.
It was Pinocchio who had shut it, and for greater security he put a
large stone against it to keep it closed.
He then began to bark, and he barked exactly like a watch-dog: "Bow-wow,
bow-wow."
Hearing the barking, the peasant jumped out of bed and, taking his gun,
he came to the window and asked:
"What is the matter?"
"There are robbers!" answered Pinocchio.
"Where are they?"
"In the poultry-yard."
"I will come down directly."
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:
"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!"
He then approached Pinocchio and began to caress him, and amongst other
things he asked him:
"How did you manage to discover the four thieves? To think that Melampo,
my faithful Melampo, never found out anything!"
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:
"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!"
"When the thieves got into the yard, were you asleep or awake?" the
peasant went on to ask him.
"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!"
"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."
And he removed the dog-collar.
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CHAPTER XXIII
PINOCCHIO FLIES TO THE SEASHORE
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.
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:
HERE LIES
THE CHILD WITH THE BLUE HAIR
WHO DIED FROM SORROW
BECAUSE SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER
LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO
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.
And as he wept he said:
"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!"
[Illustration: An Immense Serpent Stretched Across the Road]
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.
Just then a large Pigeon flew over his head and, stopping with distended
wings, called down to him from a great height:
"Tell me, child, what are you doing there?"
"Don't you see? I am crying!" said Pinocchio, raising his head towards
the voice and rubbing his eyes with his jacket.
"Tell me," continued the Pigeon, "amongst your companions, do you happen
to know a puppet who is called Pinocchio?"
"Pinocchio? Did you say Pinocchio?" repeated the puppet, jumping quickly
to his feet. "I am Pinocchio!"
At this answer the Pigeon descended rapidly to the ground. He was larger
than a turkey.
"Do you also know Geppetto?" he asked.
"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?"
"I left him three days ago on the seashore."
"What was he doing?"
"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."
"How far is it from here to the shore?" asked Pinocchio breathlessly.
"More than six hundred miles."
"Six hundred miles? Oh, beautiful Pigeon, what a fine thing it would be
to have your wings!"
"If you wish to go, I will carry you there."
"How?"
"On my back. Do you weigh much?"
"I weigh next to nothing. I am as light as a feather."
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:
"Gallop, gallop, my little horse, for I am anxious to arrive quickly!"
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.
They flew all day. Towards evening the Pigeon said:
"I am very thirsty!"
"And I am very hungry!" rejoined Pinocchio.
"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."
They went into a deserted dovecote, where they found nothing but a basin
full of water and a basket full of vetch.
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:
"I never could have believed that vetch was so good!"
"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."
Having quickly finished their little meal they recommenced their journey
and flew away. The following morning they reached the seashore.
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.
The shore was crowded with people who were looking out to sea, shouting
and gesticulating.
"What has happened?" asked Pinocchio of an old woman.
"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."
"Where is the little boat?"
"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.
Pinocchio fixed his eyes on it and after looking attentively he gave a
piercing scream, crying:
"It is my papa! It is my papa!"
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.
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.
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.
"Poor man!" said the fishermen who were assembled on the shore;
murmuring a prayer, they turned to go home.
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:
"I will save my papa!"
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.
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CHAPTER XXIV
PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN
Pinocchio, hoping to be in time to help his father, swam the whole
night.
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.
Towards morning he saw a long strip of land not far off. It was an
island in the midst of the sea.
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.
He fell with such force that, as he struck the ground, his ribs and all
his joints cracked, but he comforted himself, saying:
"This time also I have made a wonderful escape!"
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.
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.
"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?"
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.
Not knowing its name, the puppet called to it in a loud voice to make
himself heard:
"Eh, Sir Fish, will you permit me a word with you?"
"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.
"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?"
"Certainly there are," replied the Dolphin. "Indeed, you will find one
at a short distance from here."
"And what road must I take to go there?"
"You must take that path to your left and follow your nose. You cannot
make a mistake."
"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?"
"And who is your papa?"
"He is the best papa in the world, whilst it would be difficult to find
a worse son than I am."
"During the terrible storm last night," answered the Dolphin, "the
little boat must have gone to the bottom."
"And my papa?"
"He must have been swallowed by the terrible Dog-Fish, who for some days
past has been spreading devastation and ruin in our waters."
"Is this Dog-Fish very big?" asked Pinocchio, who was already beginning
to quake with fear.
"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."
"Mercy upon us!" exclaimed the terrified puppet; and, putting on his
clothes with the greatest haste, he said to the Dolphin:
"Good-bye, Sir Fish; excuse the trouble I have given you, and many
thanks for your politeness."
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.
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.
"Ah!" said that lazy Pinocchio at once, "I see that this village will
never suit me! I wasn't born to work!"
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?
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.
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.
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.
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:
"Would you have the charity to give me a nickel, for I am dying of
hunger?"
"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."
"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!"
"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."
A few minutes afterwards a mason passed down the road carrying on his
shoulders a basket of lime.
"Would you have the charity, good man, to give a nickel to a poor boy
who is yawning for want of food?"
"Willingly," answered the man. "Come with me and carry the lime, and
instead of a nickel I will give you a quarter."
"But the lime is heavy," objected Pinocchio, "and I don't want to tire
myself."
"If you don't want to tire yourself, then, my boy, amuse yourself with
yawning, and much good may it do you."
In less than half an hour twenty other people went by, and Pinocchio
asked charity of them all, but they all answered:
"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."
At last a nice little woman carrying two cans of water came by.
"Will you let me drink a little water out of your can?" asked Pinocchio,
who was burning with thirst.
"Drink, my boy, if you wish it!" said the little woman, setting down the
two cans.
Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried his mouth he mumbled:
"I have quenched my thirst. If I could only appease my hunger!"
The good woman, hearing these words, said at once:
"If you will help me to carry home these two cans of water I will give
you a fine piece of bread."
Pinocchio looked at the can and answered neither yes nor no.
"And besides the bread you shall have a nice dish of cauliflower dressed
with oil and vinegar," added the good woman.
Pinocchio gave another look at the can and answered neither yes nor no.
"And after the cauliflower I will give you a beautiful bonbon full of
syrup."
The temptation of this last dainty was so great that Pinocchio could
resist no longer and with an air of decision he said:
"I must have patience! I will carry the can to your house."
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.
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.
Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His stomach was like an apartment
that had been left empty and uninhabited for five months.
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.
"What has surprised you so much?" asked the good woman, laughing.
"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."
And, throwing himself at her feet on the floor, Pinocchio embraced the
knees of the mysterious little woman and began to cry bitterly.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXV
PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD
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:
"You little rogue! how did you ever discover who I was?"
"It was my great affection for you that told me."
"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."
"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?"
"That is a secret."
"Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow. Don't you see? I always
remain no bigger than a ninepin."
"But you cannot grow," replied the Fairy.
"Why?"
"Because puppets never grow. They are born puppets, live puppets, and
die puppets."
"Oh, I am sick of being a puppet!" cried Pinocchio, giving himself a
slap. "It is time that I became a man."
"And you will become one, if you know how to deserve it."
"Not really? And what can I do to deserve it?"
"A very easy thing: by learning to be a good boy."
"And you think I am not?"
"You are quite the contrary. Good boys are obedient, and you--"
"And I never obey."
"Good boys like to learn and to work, and you--"
"And I instead lead an idle, vagabond life the year through."
"Good boys always speak the truth."
"And I always tell lies."
"Good boys go willingly to school."
"And school gives me pain all over the body. But from today I will
change my life."
"Do you promise me?"
"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?"
"I do not know."
"Shall I ever have the happiness of seeing him again and kissing him?"
"I think so; indeed, I am sure of it."
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:
"Tell me, little mamma: then it was not true that you were dead?"
"It seems not," said the Fairy, smiling.
"If you only knew the sorrow I felt and the tightening of my throat when
I read, 'Here lies--'"
"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."
"Oh, how delightful!" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy.
"You must obey me and do everything that I bid you."
"Willingly, willingly, willingly!"
"Tomorrow," rejoined the Fairy, "you will begin to go to school."
Pinocchio became at once a little less joyful.
"Then you must choose an art, or a trade, according to your own wishes."
Pinocchio became very grave.
"What are you muttering between your teeth?" asked the Fairy in an
angry voice.
"I was saying," moaned the puppet in a low voice, "that it seemed to me
too late for me to go to school now."
"No, sir. Keep it in mind that it is never too late to learn and to
instruct ourselves."
"But I do not wish to follow either an art or a trade."
"Why?"
"Because it tires me to work."
"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."
Pinocchio was touched by these words and, lifting his head quickly, he
said to the Fairy:
"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?"
"I did promise you, and it now depends upon yourself."
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVI
THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH
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.
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:
"Beware, boys! I have not come here to be your buffoon. I respect
others, and I intend to be respected."
[Illustration: "Oh, I Am Sick of Being a Puppet!" Cried Pinocchio]
"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.
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.
"Oh, what hard feet!" roared the boy, rubbing the bruise that the puppet
had given him.
"And what elbows! even harder than his feet!" said another, who for his
rude tricks had received a blow in the stomach.
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.
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.
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.
The master warned him every day, and even the good Fairy never failed to
tell him and to repeat constantly:
"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."
"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!"
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:
"Have you heard the great news?"
"No."
"In the sea near here a Dog-Fish has appeared as big as a mountain."
"Not really? Can it be the same Dog-Fish that was there when my papa was
drowned?"
"We are going to the shore to see him. Will you come with us?"
"No; I am going to school."
"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."
"But what will the master say?"
"The master may say what he likes. He is paid on purpose to grumble all
day."
"And my mamma?"
"Mammas know nothing," answered those bad little boys.
"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."
"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."
"How long does it take to go from here to the shore?" asked the puppet.
"We can be there and back in an hour."
"Then away!" shouted Pinocchio, "and he who runs fastest is the best!"
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.
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!
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVII
PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES
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.
"Where is the Dog-Fish?" he asked, turning to his companions.
"He must have gone to have his breakfast," said one of them, laughing.
"Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to have a little nap," added
another, laughing still louder.
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:
"And now, may I ask what fun you could find in deceiving me with the
story of the Dog-Fish?"
"Oh, it was great fun!" answered the little rascals in chorus.
"And in what did it consist?"
"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?"
"And if I study hard, what concern is it of yours?"
"It concerns us excessively, because it makes us appear in a bad light
to the master."
"Why?"
"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!"
"Then what must I do to please you?"
"You must follow our example and hate school, lessons, and the
master--our three greatest enemies."
"And if I wish to continue my studies?"
"In that case we will have nothing more to do with you, and at the first
opportunity we will make you pay for it."
"Really," said the puppet, shaking his head, "you make me inclined to
laugh."
"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."
"Seven, like the seven deadly sins," said Pinocchio, with a shout of
laughter.
"Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He called us the seven deadly
sins!"
"Take that to begin with and keep it for your supper tonight," said one
of the boys.
And, so saying, he gave him a blow on the head with his fist.
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.
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.
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.
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!"
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:
[Illustration: FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED CARRYING A LITTLE
BIER]
"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!"
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:
"Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You had better suck some liquorice
lozenges to cure that cold in your throat."
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.
Amongst the books there was one bound in strong cardboard with the back
and points of parchment. It was a Treatise on Arithmetic.
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:
"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.
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:
"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?"
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.
He turned and saw two soldiers.
"What are you doing there, lying on the ground?" they asked Pinocchio.
"I am helping my school-fellow."
"Has he been hurt?"
"So it seems."
"Hurt indeed!" said one of them, stooping down and examining Eugene
closely.
"This boy has been wounded in the temple. Who wounded him?"
"Not I," stammered the puppet breathlessly.
"If it was not you, who then did it?"
"Not I," repeated Pinocchio.
"And with what was he wounded?"
"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.
"And to whom does this belong?"
"To me."
"That is enough, nothing more is wanted. Get up and come with us at
once."
"But I--"
"Come along with us!"
"But I am innocent."
"Come along with us!"
Before they left, the soldiers called some fishermen who were passing at
that moment near the shore in their boat, and said to them:
"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."
They then turned to Pinocchio and, having placed him between them, they
said to him in a commanding voice:
"Forward! and walk quickly, or it will be the worse for you."
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.
They had already reached the village when a gust of wind blew
Pinocchio's cap off his head and carried it ten yards off.
"Will you permit me," said the puppet to the soldiers, "to go and get
my cap?"
"Go, then; but be quick about it."
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.
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXVIII
PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE A FISH
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.
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.
Fortunately the shore was close and the sea but a few steps off.
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.
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.
When he rose to the surface again his eyes were rolling with terror, and
he barked out:
"I am drowning! I am drowning!"
"Drown!" shouted Pinocchio from a distance, seeing himself safe from all
danger.
"Help me, dear Pinocchio! Save me from death!"
At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in reality an excellent heart,
was moved with compassion, and, turning to the dog, he said:
"But if I save your life, will you promise to give me no further
annoyance, and not to run after me?"
"I promise! I promise! Be quick, for pity's sake, for if you delay
another half-minute I shall be dead."
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.
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:
"Good-bye, Alidoro; a good journey to you, and take my compliments to
all at home."
"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."
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.
"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."
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.
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.
When the fisherman had drawn his net out of the sea, he exclaimed with
great satisfaction:
"Thank Heaven! Again today I shall have a splendid feast of fish!"
"What a mercy that I am not a fish!" said Pinocchio to himself,
regaining a little courage.
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.
"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.
"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.
He repeated the same operation many times, and as he drew out the fish
his mouth watered and he said, chuckling to himself:
"What good whiting!"
"What exquisite sardines!"
"These soles are delicious!"
"And these crabs excellent!"
"What dear little anchovies!"
The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.
No sooner had the fisherman taken him out than he opened his big green
eyes with astonishment and cried, half frightened:
"What species of fish is this? Fish of this kind I never remember to
have eaten."
And he looked at him again attentively and, having examined him well all
over, he ended by saying:
"I know: he must be a craw-fish."
Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a craw-fish, said in an angry
voice:
"A craw-fish indeed! Do you take me for a craw-fish? what treatment! Let
me tell you that I am a puppet."
"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."
"Eat me! but will you understand that I am not a fish? Do you hear that
I talk and reason as you do?"
"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."
"And this attention?"
"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?"
"To tell the truth," answered Pinocchio, "if I am to choose, I should
prefer to be set at liberty and to return home."
"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."
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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CHAPTER XXIX
HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE
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.
"Get out!" shouted the fisherman, threateningly, holding the floured
puppet in his hand.
But the poor dog, who was as hungry as a wolf, whined and wagged his
tail as much as to say:
"Give me a mouthful of fish and I will leave you in peace."
"Get out, I tell you!" repeated the fisherman and he stretched out his
leg to give him a kick.
But the dog, who, when he was really hungry, would not stand trifling,
turned upon him, growling and showing his terrible tusks.
At that moment a little feeble voice was heard in the cave, saying
entreatingly:
"Save me, Alidoro! If you do not save me I shall be fried!"
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.
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.
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.
Alidoro, when he had reached the path that led to the village, stopped
and put his friend Pinocchio gently on the ground.
"How much I have to thank you for!" said the puppet.
"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."
"But how came you to come to the cave?"
"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--"
"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!"
Alidoro, laughing, extended his right paw to the puppet, who shook it
heartily in token of great friendship, and they then separated.
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:
"Tell me, good man, do you know anything of a poor boy called Eugene who
was wounded in the head?"
"The boy was brought by some fishermen to this cottage, and now--"
"And now he is dead!" interrupted Pinocchio with great sorrow.
"No, he is alive and has returned to his home."
"Not really? not really?" cried the puppet, dancing with delight. "Then
the wound was not serious?"
"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."
"And who threw it at him?"
"One of his school-fellows, a certain Pinocchio."
"And who is this Pinocchio?" asked the puppet, pretending ignorance.
"They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, a regular good-for-nothing."
"Calumnies! all calumnies!"
"Do you know this Pinocchio?"
"By sight!" answered the puppet.
"And what is your opinion of him?" asked the little man.
"He seems to me to be a very good boy, anxious to learn, and obedient
and affectionate to his father and family."
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:
"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."
He had hardly finished speaking when his nose became shorter and
returned to the same size that it was before.
"And why are you all covered with white?" asked the old man suddenly.
"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.
"And what have you done with your jacket, your trousers, and your cap?"
"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?"
"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."
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.
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:
"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!"
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.
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.
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:
"Who is there at this hour?"
"Is the Fairy at home?" asked the puppet.
"The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened; but who are you?"
"It is I."
"Who is I?"
"Pinocchio."
"And who is Pinocchio?"
"The puppet who lives in the Fairy's house."
"Ah, I understand!" said the Snail. "Wait for me there. I will come down
and open the door directly."
"Be quick, for pity's sake, for I am dying of cold."
"My boy, I am a snail, and snails are never in a hurry."
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.
At this second knock a window on the lower story opened and the same
Snail appeared at it.
"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."
"My boy," answered the calm little animal--"my boy, I am a snail, and
snails are never in a hurry."
And the window was shut again.
Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then one o'clock, then two o'clock,
and the door remained still closed.
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.
"Ah! is that it?" shouted Pinocchio, blind with rage. "Since the knocker
has disappeared, I will kick instead with all my might."
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.
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.
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.
"What are you doing with your foot stuck in the door?" she asked the
puppet.
"It was an accident. Do try, beautiful little Snail, if you cannot
release me from this torture."
"My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and I have never been a
carpenter."
"Beg the Fairy from me!"
"The Fairy is asleep and must not be awakened."
"But what do you suppose that I can do all day nailed to this door?"
"Amuse yourself by counting the ants that pass down the street."
"Bring me at least something to eat, for I am quite exhausted."
"At once," said the Snail.
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.
"Here is the breakfast that the Fairy has sent you," said the Snail.
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.
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.
When he came to himself he found that he was lying on a sofa, and the
Fairy was beside him.
"I will pardon you once more," the Fairy said, "but woe to you if you
behave badly a third time!"
Pinocchio promised and swore that he would study, and that for the
future he would always conduct himself well.
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:
"Tomorrow your wish shall be gratified."
"And that is?"
"Tomorrow you shall cease to be a wooden puppet and you shall become a
boy."
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--
Unfortunately in the lives of puppets there is always a "but" that
spoils everything.
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CHAPTER XXX
THE "LAND OF BOOBIES"
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:
"Go, if you like, and invite your companions for the breakfast tomorrow,
but remember to return home before dark. Have you understood?"
"I promise to be back in an hour," answered the puppet.
"Take care, Pinocchio! Boys are always very ready to promise, but
generally they are little given to keep their word."
"But I am not like other boys. When I say a thing, I do it."
"We shall see. If you are disobedient, so much the worse for you."
"Why?"
"Because boys who do not listen to the advice of those who know more
than they do always meet with some misfortune or other."
"I have experienced that," said Pinocchio, "but I shall never make that
mistake again."
"We shall see if that is true."
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.
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:
"We will come also, to do you a pleasure."
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.
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.
"What are you doing there?" asked Pinocchio, coming up to him.
"I am waiting for midnight, to start away."
"And where are you going?"
"I am going to live in a country--the most delightful country in the
world: a real land of sweetmeats!"
"And what is it called?"
"It is called the 'Land of Boobies.' Why do you not come, too?"
"I? No, never!"
"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!"
"But how are the days spent in the 'Land of Boobies'?"
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?"
"Hum!" said Pinocchio, and he shook his head slightly, as much as to
say, "That is a life that I also would willingly lead."
"Well, will you go with me? Yes or no? Resolve quickly."
"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."
"Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"
"Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be back before dark."
"Wait another two minutes."
"It will make me too late."
"Only two minutes."
"And if the Fairy scolds me?"
"Let her scold. When she has scolded well she will hold her tongue,"
said that rascal Candlewick.
"And what are you going to do? Are you going alone or with companions?"
"Alone? Indeed not, there will be more than a hundred boys."
"And do you make the journey on foot?"
"A coach will pass by shortly which is to take me to that happy
country."
"What would I not give for the coach to pass by now!"
"Why?"
"That I might see you all start together."
"Stay here a little longer and you will see us."
"No, no, I must go home."
"Wait another two minutes."
"I have already delayed too long. The Fairy will be anxious about me."
"Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats will eat you?"
"But now," continued Pinocchio, "are you really certain that there are
no schools in that country?"
"Not even the shadow of one."
"And no masters either?"
"Not one."
"And no one is ever made to study?"
"Never, never, never!"
"What a delightful country!" said Pinocchio, his mouth watering. "What a
delightful country! I have never been there, but I can quite imagine
it."
"Why will you not come also?"
"It is useless to tempt me. I promised my good Fairy to become a
sensible boy, and I will not break my word."
"Good-bye, then, and give my compliments to all the boys at school, if
you meet them in the street."
"Good-bye, Candlewick; a pleasant journey to you; amuse yourself, and
think sometimes of your friends."
Thus saying, the puppet made two steps to go, but then stopped, and,
turning to his friend, he inquired:
"But are you quite certain that in that country all the weeks consist of
six Saturdays and one Sunday?"
"Most certainly."
"But do you know for certain that the holidays begin on the first of
January and finish on the last day of December?"
"Assuredly."
"What a delightful country!" repeated Pinocchio, looking enchanted.
Then, with a resolute air, he added in a great hurry:
"This time really good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you."
"Good-bye."
"When do you start?"
"Shortly."
"What a pity! If really it wanted only an hour to the time of your
start, I should almost be tempted to wait."
"And the Fairy?"
"It is already late. If I return home an hour sooner or later it will
be all the same."
"Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds you?"
"I must have patience! I will let her scold. When she has scolded well
she will hold her tongue."
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.
"Here it is!" shouted Candlewick, jumping to his feet.
"What is it?" asked Pinocchio in a whisper.
"It is the coach coming to take me. Now will you come, yes or no?"
"But is it really true," asked the puppet, "that in that country boys
are never obliged to study?"
"Never, never, never!"
"What a delightful country! What a delightful country! What a delightful
country!"
[Illustration: THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE TO GET ON THE
TUNNY'S BACK]
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CHAPTER XXXI
PINOCCHIO ENJOYS FIVE MONTHS OF HAPPINESS
At last the coach arrived, and it arrived without making the slightest
noise, for its wheels were bound round with flax and rags.
It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys, all the same size but of
different colors.
Some were gray, some white, some brindled like pepper and salt, and
others had large stripes of yellow and blue.
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.
And the coachman?
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.
All the boys vied with each other in taking places in his coach, to be
conducted to the "Land of Boobies."
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.
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:
"Tell me, my fine boy, would you also like to go to that fortunate
country?"
"I certainly wish to go."
"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."
"No matter," replied Candlewick, "if there is no place inside, I will
manage to sit on the springs."
And, giving a leap, he seated himself astride on the springs.
"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?"
"I remain behind," answered Pinocchio. "I am going home. I intend to
study, as all well conducted boys do."
"Much good may it do you!"
"Pinocchio!" called out Candlewick, "listen to me: come with us and we
shall have such fun."
"No, no, no!"
"Come with us and we shall have such fun," shouted in chorus a hundred
voices from the inside of the coach.
"But if I come with you, what will my good Fairy say?" said the puppet,
who was beginning to yield.
"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."
Pinocchio did not answer, but he sighed; he sighed again; he sighed for
the third time, and he said finally:
"Make a little room for me, for I am coming, too."
"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."
"And you?"
"Oh, I will go on foot."
"No, indeed, I could not allow that. I would rather mount one of these
donkeys," cried Pinocchio.
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.
You can imagine the impertinent and immoderate laughter of all the boys
who witnessed this scene.
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.
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.
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:
"Poor fool! you would follow your own way, but you will repent it!"
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:
"During the night all sleep,
But I sleep never."
After they had gone another mile, Pinocchio heard the same little low
voice saying to him:
"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!"
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.
Imagine his surprise when he found that the donkey was crying--crying
like a boy!
"Eh! Sir Coachman," cried Pinocchio to the little man, "here is an
extraordinary thing! This donkey is crying."
"Let him cry; he will laugh when he is a bridegroom."
"But have you by chance taught him to talk?"
"No; but he spent three years in a company of learned dogs, and he
learned to mutter a few words."
"Poor beast!"
"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."
Pinocchio obeyed without another word. In the morning about daybreak
they arrived safely in the "Land of Boobies."
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.
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.
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?
In the midst of continual games and every variety of amusement, the
hours, the days and the weeks passed like lightning.
"Oh, what a delightful life!" said Pinocchio, whenever by chance he met
Candlewick.
"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."
"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!'"
"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!"
"Noble soul!" said Pinocchio, embracing his friend affectionately and
kissing him between the eyes.
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.
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CHAPTER XXXII
PINOCCHIO TURNS INTO A DONKEY
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.
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.
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!
Only think of poor Pinocchio's sorrow, shame and despair!
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.
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:
"What has happened to you, my dear fellow-lodger?"
"I am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill, and my illness frightens me.
Do you understand counting a pulse?"
"A little."
"Then feel and see if by chance I have got fever."
The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw, and, after having felt
Pinocchio's pulse, she said to him, sighing:
"My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you bad news!"
"What is it?"
"You have got a very bad fever!"
"What fever is it?"
"It is donkey fever."
"That is a fever that I do not understand," said the puppet, but he
understood it only too well.
"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."
"Then what shall I be?"
"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."
"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.
"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."
"But is it really so?" asked the puppet, sobbing.
"It is indeed only too true! And tears are now useless. You should have
thought of it sooner!"
"But it was not my fault; believe me, little Marmot, the fault was all
Candlewick's!"
"And who is this Candlewick?"
"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'."
"And why did you follow the advice of that false friend? of that bad
companion?"
"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!"
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.
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.
He then went to seek him at his house and, having reached the door, he
knocked.
"Who is there?" asked Candlewick from within.
"It is I!" answered the puppet.
"Wait a moment and I will let you in."
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.
At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost consoled and thought to
himself:
"Has my friend got the same illness that I have? Is he also suffering
from donkey fever?"
And, pretending to have observed nothing, he asked him, smiling:
"How are you, my dear Candlewick?"
"Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan cheese."
"Are you saying that seriously?"
"Why should I tell you a lie?"
"Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that cotton cap on your head
which covers up your ears?"
"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?"
"The doctor prescribed it because I have grazed my foot."
"Oh, poor Pinocchio!"
"Oh, poor Candlewick!"
After these words a long silence followed, during which the two friends
did nothing but look mockingly at each other.
At last the puppet said in a soft voice to his companion:
"Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: have you ever suffered from
disease of the ears?"
"Never! And you?"
"Never. Only since this morning one of my ears aches."
"Mine is also paining me."
"You also? And which of your ears hurts you?"
"Both of them. And you?"
"Both of them. Can we have got the same illness?"
"I fear so."
"Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick?"
"Willingly! With all my heart."
"Will you let me see your ears?"
"Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I should like to see yours."
"No: you must be first."
"No, dear. First you and then I!"
"Well," said the puppet, "let us come to an agreement like good
friends."
"Let us hear it."
"We will both take off our caps at the same moment. Do you agree?"
"I agree."
"Then, attention!"
And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice:
"One, two, three!"
At the word "Three!" the two boys took off their caps and threw them
into the air.
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.
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:
"Help, help, Pinocchio!"
"What is the matter with you?"
"Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright."
"Neither can I," exclaimed Pinocchio, tottering and beginning to cry.
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.
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.
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!"
Whilst this was going on some one knocked at the door and a voice on the
outside said:
"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!"
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXIII
PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS
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:
"Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I recognized you by your voices.
That is why I am here."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When he was put into his stall his master filled the manger with straw;
but Pinocchio, having tried a mouthful, spat it out again.
Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with hay; but neither did
the hay please him.
"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!"
And by way of correcting him he struck his legs with his whip.
Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and he said, braying:
"Hee-haw! I cannot digest straw!"
"Then eat hay!" said his master, who understood perfectly the asinine
dialect.
"Hee-haw! hay gives me a pain in my stomach."
"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.
At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently held his tongue and said
nothing more.
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.
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.
"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!"
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.
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.
"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!"
"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."
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.
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:
GREAT FULL DRESS REPRESENTATION
TONIGHT
WILL TAKE PLACE THE USUAL FEATS AND SURPRISING
PERFORMANCES EXECUTED BY ALL THE ARTISTS
AND BY ALL THE HORSES OF THE COMPANY
AND MOREOVER
THE FAMOUS
LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO
CALLED
THE STAR OF THE DANCE
WILL MAKE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE
THE THEATER WILL BE BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINATED
[Illustration: In Less Than an Hour All His Friends Were Invited]
On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour before the play was to
begin the theater was crammed.
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.
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.
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:
"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.
"And, thanking you, I beg of you to help us with your inspiring presence
and to be indulgent to us."
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!
The director, in presenting him to the public, added these few words:
"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."
Here the director made another profound bow, and, then turning to
Pinocchio, he said:
"Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your feats make your bow to this
distinguished audience--ladies, gentlemen, and children."
Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till they touched the ground,
and remained kneeling until the director, cracking his whip, shouted to
him:
"At a foot's pace!"
Then the little donkey raised himself on his four legs and began to walk
round the theater, keeping at a foot's pace.
After a little the director cried:
"Trot!" and Pinocchio, obeying the order, changed to a trot.
"Gallop!" and Pinocchio broke into a gallop.
"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.
At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be wounded, fell his whole
length in the circus, as if he were really dying.
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.
"That is my portrait! That lady is the Fairy!" said Pinocchio to
himself, recognizing her immediately; and, overcome with delight, he
tried to cry:
"Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy!"
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.
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.
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.
But what was his despair when, looking up a second time, he saw that the
box was empty and that the Fairy had disappeared!
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:
"Courage, Pinocchio! Now let the audience see how gracefully you can
jump through the hoops."
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.
When he got up he was lame and it was only with great difficulty that he
managed to return to the stable.
"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.
But the little donkey was seen no more that evening.
The following morning the veterinary, that is, the doctor of animals,
paid him a visit, and declared that he would remain lame for life.
The director then said to the stable-boy:
"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."
When they reached the market a purchaser was found at once. He asked the
stable-boy:
"How much do you want for that lame donkey?"
"Twenty dollars."
"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."
Imagine poor Pinocchio's feelings when he heard that he was destined to
become a drum!
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.
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXIV
PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH
After Pinocchio had been fifty minutes under the water, his purchaser
said aloud to himself:
"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."
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.
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.
Having somewhat recovered from his first stupefaction, he asked in a
quavering voice:
"And the little donkey that I threw into the sea? What has become of
him?"
"I am the little donkey!" said Pinocchio, laughing.
"You?"
"I."
"Ah, you young scamp!! Do you dare to make game of me?"
"To make game of you? Quite the contrary, my dear master? I am speaking
seriously."
"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?"
"It must have been the effect of sea water. The sea makes extraordinary
changes."
"Beware, puppet, beware! Don't imagine that you can amuse yourself at my
expense. Woe to you if I lose patience!"
"Well, master, do you wish to know the true story? If you will set my
leg free I will tell it you."
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:
"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!"
"Only too true. And I paid two dollars for you. And now, who will give
me back my good money?"
"And why did you buy me? You bought me to make a drum of my skin!"
"Only too true! And now, where shall I find another skin?"
"Don't despair, master. There are such a number of little donkeys in the
world!"
"Tell me, you impertinent rascal, does your story end here?"
"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!"
"And who is the Fairy?"
"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."
"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!"
"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."
"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."
"Sell me if you like; I am content," said Pinocchio.
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:
"Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a skin to make a drum,
remember me."
And he laughed and went on swimming, and after a while he turned again
and shouted louder:
"Good-bye, master; if you should be in want of a little well seasoned
wood for lighting the fire, remember me."
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.
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.
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.
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.
And do you know what this sea-monster was?
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."
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.
"Be quick, Pinocchio, for pity's sake!" cried the beautiful little goat,
bleating.
And Pinocchio swam desperately with his arms, his chest, his legs, and
his feet.
"Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close upon you!"
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!
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.
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.
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:
"Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! Will nobody come to save me?"
"Who do you think could save you, unhappy wretch?" said a voice in the
dark that sounded like a guitar out of tune.
"Who is speaking?" asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror.
"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?"
"I have nothing in common with fish. I am a puppet."
"Then, if you are not a fish, why did you let yourself be swallowed by
the monster?"
"I didn't let myself be swallowed; it was the monster swallowed me! And
now, what are we to do here in the dark?"
"Resign ourselves and wait until the Dog-Fish has digested us both."
"But I do not want to be digested!" howled Pinocchio, beginning to cry
again.
"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."
"That is all nonsense!" cried Pinocchio.
"It is my opinion," replied the Tunny, "and opinions, so say the
political Tunnies, ought to be respected."
"To sum it all up, I want to get away from here. I want to escape."
"Escape, if you are able!"
"Is this Dog-Fish who has swallowed us very big?" asked the puppet.
"Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long without counting his
tail."
Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark, Pinocchio
thought that he saw a light a long way off.
"What is that little light I see in the distance?" he asked.
"It is most likely some companion in misfortune who is waiting, like us,
to be digested."
"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?"
"I hope it may be so, with all my heart, dear puppet."
"Good-bye, Tunny."
"Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend you."
"Where shall we meet again?"
"Who can say? It is better not even to think of it!"
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXV
A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO
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.
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.
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:
"Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last! I will never leave you
more, never more, never more!"
"Then my eyes tell me true?" said the little old man, rubbing his eyes;
"then you are really my dear Pinocchio?"
"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."
"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."
"And how long have you been shut up here?" asked Pinocchio.
[Illustration: They Thought It Would Be More Comfortable to Get on the
Tunny's Back]
"Since that day--it must be nearly two years ago; two years, my dear
Pinocchio, that have seemed like two centuries!"
"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?"
"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."
"How?"
"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."
"And after that?"
"After that, dear boy, we shall both remain in the dark."
"Then, dear little papa," said Pinocchio, "there is no time to lose. We
must think of escaping."
"Of escaping? How?"
"We must escape through the mouth of the Dog-Fish, throw ourselves into
the sea and swim away."
"You talk well; but, dear Pinocchio, I don't know how to swim."
"What does that matter? I am a good swimmer, and you can get on my
shoulders and I will carry you safely to shore."
"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!"
"Try it and you will see!"
Without another word Pinocchio took the candle in his hand, and, going
in front to light the way, he said to his father:
"Follow me, and don't be afraid."
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.
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.
"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."
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.
Before taking the final leap the puppet said to his father:
"Get on my shoulders and put your arms tightly around my neck. I will
take care of the rest."
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.
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXXVI
PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO BE A PUPPET AND BECOMES A BOY
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.
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:
"Courage, papa! In a few minutes we shall be safely on shore."
"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."
"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."
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.
He swam until he had no breath left; then he turned his head to Geppetto
and said in broken words?
"Papa, help me, I am dying!"
The father and son were on the point of drowning when they heard a voice
like a guitar out of tune saying:
"Who is it that is dying?"
"It is I, and my poor father!"
"I know that voice! You are Pinocchio!"
"Precisely; and you?"
"I am the Tunny, your prison companion in the body of the Dog-Fish."
"And how did you manage to escape?"
"I followed your example. You showed me the road, and I escaped after
you."
"Tunny, you have arrived at the right moment! I implore you to help us
or we are lost."
"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."
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.
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:
"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!"
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.
By this time the day had dawned. Pinocchio, then offering his arm to
Geppetto, who had scarcely breath to stand, said to him:
"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."
"And where shall we go?" asked Geppetto.
"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."
They had not gone a hundred yards when they saw by the roadside two
villainous-looking individuals begging.
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.
"Oh, Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, "give a little in charity to two poor,
infirm people."
"Infirm people," repeated the Cat.
"Begone, impostors!" answered the puppet. "You took me in once, but you
will never catch me again."
"Believe me, Pinocchio, we are now poor and unfortunate indeed!"
"If you are poor, you deserve it. Recollect the proverb: 'Stolen money
never fructifies.' Begone, impostors!"
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.
"That hut must be inhabited by some one," said Pinocchio. "Let us go and
knock at the door."
They went and knocked.
"We are a poor father and son without bread and without a roof,"
answered the puppet.
"Turn the key and the door will open," said the same little voice.
Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. They went in and looked
here, there, and everywhere, but could see no one.
"Oh! where is the master of the house?" said Pinocchio, much surprised.
"Here I am, up here!"
The father and son looked immediately up to the ceiling, and there on a
beam they saw the Talking-Cricket.
"Oh, my dear little Cricket!" said Pinocchio, bowing politely to him.
"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?"
"You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also! Throw the handle of a
hammer at me, but have pity on my poor papa."
"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."
"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."
"This hut was given to me yesterday by a goat whose wool was of a
beautiful blue color."
"And where has the goat gone?" asked Pinocchio, with lively curiosity.
"I do not know."
"And when will it come back?"
"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!'"
"Did it really say that? Then it was she! It was my dear little Fairy,"
exclaimed Pinocchio, crying and sobbing.
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:
"Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a tumbler of milk for my poor
papa?"
"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."
Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio's house, and the gardener asked
him:
"How much milk do you want?"
"I want a tumblerful."
"A tumbler of milk costs five cents. Begin by giving me the five cents."
"I have not even one cent," replied Pinocchio, grieved and mortified.
"That is bad, puppet," answered the gardener. "If you have not even one
cent, I have not even a drop of milk."
"I must have patience!" said Pinocchio, and he turned to go.
"Wait a little," said Giangio. "We can come to an arrangement together.
Will you undertake to turn the pumping machine?"
"What is the pumping machine?"
"It is a wooden pole which serves to draw up the water from the cistern
to water the vegetables."
"You can try me."
"Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buckets of water, I will give
you in compensation a tumbler of milk."
"It is a bargain."
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.
"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."
"Will you take me to see him?" said Pinocchio.
"Willingly."
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:
"I am sure I know this little donkey! His face is not new to me."
And, bending over him, he asked him in asinine language:
"Who are you?"
At this question the little donkey opened his dying eyes, and answered
in broken words in the same language:
"I am--Can--dle--wick."
And, having again closed his eyes, he expired.
"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.
"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?"
"I must tell you--he was my friend!"
"Your friend?"
"One of my school-fellows!"
"How?" shouted Giangio, laughing loudly. "How? had you donkeys for
school-fellows? I can imagine what wonderful studies you must have
made!"
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.
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.
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.
One morning he said to his father:
"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."
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.
"Do you not know me?" asked the Snail.
"It seems to me--and yet I am not sure--"
"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?"
"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?"
To all these rapid, breathless questions the Snail replied in her usual
phlegmatic manner:
"My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying in bed at the hospital!"
"At the hospital?"
"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."
"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."
"And your new coat?"
"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."
The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began to run like a lizard in a
hot August sun.
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.
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:
"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."
At this moment his dream ended and Pinocchio opened his eyes and awoke.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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?"
"This sudden change in our home is all your doing," answered Geppetto.
"How my doing?"
"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."
"And where has the old wooden Pinocchio hidden himself?"
"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.
Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and, after he had looked at it for a
short time, he said to himself with great complacency:
"How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet! And how glad I am that I have
become a well-behaved little boy!"
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