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Title: Adventures of Pinocchio
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Language: English
Creator: Collodi, C.
Cramp, Walter S. ( Translator )
Lockwood, Sarah E. H. ( Editor )
Copeland, Charles ( Illustrator )
Publisher: GInn and Company
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Publication Date: 1904
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    Copyright
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By
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Translated from
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Walter S. Cramp
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PREFACE


Under the assumed name of C. Collodi, Carlo
Lorenzini is well known to the reading world of
Italy. His most successful book, Pinocchio, was
written for children, and has already become a
classic. Of all the fairy stories of Italian litera-
ture this is the best known and the best loved.
The name of the marionette hero is familiar in
every household of northern and central Italy. In
its whimsical extravagance, its quaint humor, and
its narrative style the story appeals strongly to
both old and young.
American children, who have long delighted in
French and German fairy tales, and among whom
Hans Christian Andersen is universally beloved,
should not remain in ignorance of this Italian clas-
sic. The Florentines call it a literary jewel, and as
such it should be known to all young readers. In
order to preserve the unique flavor of the story
V






vi PREFACE

as much as possible the translator has followed the
original rather closely. Pinocchio's waywardness
and love of mischief are fully set forth, and the
moral, though sufficiently obvious, is not allowed to
detract from the enjoyment of his adventures.
The story is one that readily lends itself to the
fertile fancy and skillful pencil of an able illustrator.
In the present volume, as in the original, the pic-
tures play an important part which is not likely to
be overlooked by the readers for whom the book
is designed.




















CHAPTER I

Once upon a time there was -
A kmg ? my littfTe readers will immediately

No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a
time there was a piece of woo. It wdnolTte
syod, bLata simpe piece of wood from 'ne wooc
yd., the kind we pulTi tl' styles al fireplace
so as to make a fire anTheta The idrnms" .."
I oTiot M oxT"0 it rappened," Ti one beau-
tiful day a certain oldwoodcutter found a piece of
this kind of wood in his shop. The name of the
old man was Antonio, but everybody calle'- him
aster Cherry on account of thpoint of his nose,
which ws always shiny and purplish, just like a
ripe cherry.
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PIfNccHfO


As soon as Master Cherry saw that pe of
wVod hewas overjoed; and rubbing his hands
contentedly, he mumbled to himself This piece
of wood hagome ingood time. Iwill make ni
It a table le
No sooner said than done. He quickly took a
sharpened ax to raise the bark anit-shape the
wood; but-Wher h-was Z'o the-point ofstriking
it he remained withhis arm in tte air, because he
heard a' iny, thii little voice say, "Do not strike
soThard"r'
Jus-t imagine how surprised good old Master
Chewry He turned his bewildered eyes
a'iund tfe7room1ih order to seewheite'that litTl'
Voi6e came-i; but he saw no one. HeTooked under
the bench, ani'no one he looketin a'sideboard
which was always closed and no one- Te looked
in--the basket of chips and s-havings, and no one-,
he opened the door in order to glance around 'is
house, and no one. What ifien -"-
"'I understand, he "aiid, "tmghing and scratch-
ing his wig; I ima ~ed-T heard hat little voice.
T'wilf-tarT to work again.
ie too~ up the ax and again gave the piece of
wood a hard blow.
"Oh! you have hurt me! cried the little voice,
as if in pain.






PINOCCHIO 3

This time Master Cherry became dumb, with
his scared eyes nearly popping out of his head,
with his mouth opened wide, and with his tongue
hanging down on his chin, like a gorgon head on
a fountain.
As soon as he could speak he said, trembling
and stammering from fright, "But where does
that little voice come from that says Oh ? There
is nothing alive in this room. Can it be that this
piece of wood has learned to cry and scream like






4 PINOCCHIO

a baby ? I cannot believe it. This is an ordinary
piece of wood for the fireplace, like all other pieces
with which we boil a pot of beans. What next?
What if there may be some one hidden inside? If
there is, so much the worse for him. I will settle
him." And saying this, he seized with both hands
that poor piece of wood and knocked it around
without pity against the stone wall of the room.
Then he stopped to listen, so as to hear if there
was any voice that complained. He waited two
minutes, and nothing; five minutes, and nothing;
ten minutes, and nothing.
"I understand,' he said, forcing a laugh and
rubbing his wig; "I imagined that I heard a voice
cry 'Oh!' I will begin to work again." And
because he was somewhat frightened, he tried to
hum an air so as to make himself courageous.
Meanwhile he stopped working with the ax and
took up a plane to make the wood even and clean;
but while he planed he heard again the little voice,
this time in a laughing tone, Stop! you are taking
the skin off my body."
This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if
shot. When he opened his eyes he found himself
sitting on the ground. His face appeared trans-
figured, and the end of his nose, which was always
purple, became blue from great fear.



















CHAPTER II


At this moment there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said the woodcutter, without having
strength enough to arise.
Then a lively old man called Geppetto entered
the room. The boys in the neighborhood, when
they wished to make him angry, called him Corn
Meal, because his wig was of that color. Geppetto
was very queer. Woe to any one who called him
Corn Meal! He became suddenly like a beast and
no one could hold him.
"Good morning, Master Antonio," said Gep-
petto. "What are you doing on the ground ?"
I am teaching the ants their A B C's."
"Much good that does "
"What has brought you here, brother Gep-
petto ?"






PINOCCHIO


My legs. Do you know, Master Antonio, that
I have come to ask a favor of you ? "
"Here I am, prompt to serve you !" replied the
woodcutter, raising himself on his knees;
This morning I had an idea."
"Let me hear it."
"I thought that I would make a pretty wooden
marionette; I mean a wonderful marionette, one
that can dance, walk, and jump. With this mario-
nette I wish to travel through the world and earn for
myself a little bread. What do you think of it?"
"Very good, Corn Meal !" cried the same little
hidden voice.
On hearing himself called Corn Meal brother Gep-
petto became as red as a pepper with rage, and turn-
ing toward the woodcutter, said to him furiously,
"Why do you offend me?"
"Who has offended you ?"
"You have called me Corn Meal."
"I did not."
"I say you did."
"No."
Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
And becoming more angry, they finally came
to blows. They scratched, bit, and rumpled each






PINOCCHIO 7

other, and seized each other by the hair. At the
end of the struggle Master Antonio found in his
hands the wig of Geppetto, and Geppetto noticed
that he had the speckled wig of the woodcutter
in his mouth "Give me my wig cried Master
Antonio.
Then give me mine, and let us make peace."
The old men, after having returned their wigs,
shook hands and swore to remain good friends all
their lives.
Peace having been restored, the woodcutter said,
"What then, brother Geppetto, can I do for you?"
"I should like a piece of wood to make a mario-
nette. Will you give it to me?"
Master Antonio gladly took up the piece of wood
that had frightened him so.. But when he was
about to hand it to Geppetto the piece of wood
gave a spring, and, slipping violently from his
hands, fell and struck the shins of poor Geppetto.
"Ah! you are very polite when you give pres-
ents! Truly, Master Antonio, you have nearly
lamed me."
I swear to you that I did not do it."
Then I did it."
"The fault is all in this piece of wood."
"I know that, but it was you who threw it at
my legs."






PINOCCHIO


"I did not throw it."
"Story-teller! "
"Geppetto, do not offend me or I will call you
Corn Meal."
"Mule! "
"Corn Meal! "
"Ass! "
"Corn Meal! "
"Ugly monkey "
"Corn Meal! "
Hearing himself called Corn Meal for the third
time,' Geppetto lost control of himself. He ap-
proached the woodcutter and gave him a blow.
When the battle was ended Master Antonio found
two scratches on his nose, and Geppetto a few
buttons less on his jacket. They again shook
hands and swore to remain good friends all the
rest of their lives. Geppetto took up the piece of
wood in his arms and, thanking Master Antonio,
went home, limping all the way.


























CHAPTER III

Geppetto's home consisted of one room on the
ground floor. It received light from a window
under a staircase. The furniture could not have
been more simple,- a broken chair, a poor bed,
and a nearly ruined table. On one of the partitions
there was a fireplace with wood burning; but the
fire was painted, and above it there was also painted
a boiling pot with clouds of steam all around it
that made it quite real.
As soon as he entered Geppetto began to
make a marionette. "What name shall I give






IO PINOCCHIO

him?" he said to himself. "I think I will call
him Pinocchio. That name will bring with it good
fortune. I have known a whole family called
Pinocchio. Pinocchio was the father, Pinocchio
was the mother, and the children were called little
Pinocchios, and everybody lived well. The richest
of them begged."
When he had found the name for the mario-
nette he began to work with a will. He quickly
made the forehead, then the hair, and then the
eyes. After he had made the eyes, just imagine
how surprised he was to see them look around,
and finally gaze at him fixedly Geppetto, seeing
himself looked at by two eyes of wood, said to
the head, "Why do you look at me so, eyes of
wood ?"
No response.
After he had made the eyes he made the nose;
but the nose began to grow, and it grew, grew, grew,
until it became a great big nose, and Geppetto
thought it would never stop. He tried hard to
stop it, but the more he cut at it the longer that
impertinent nose became.
After the nose he made the mouth. The mouth
was hardly finished when it commenced to sing and
laugh. Stop laughing," said Geppetto, vexed;
but it was like talking to the wall. Stop laughing,






PINOCCHIO II

I repeat it," he said again in a loud tone. Then the
mouth stopped laughing and stuck out its tongue.
Geppetto, in order not to notice the impudence,
feigned not to see it and continued to work. After
the mouth he made the chin, then the neck, then
the shoulders, then the body, then the arms and
hands.
Hardly had he finished the hands when Geppetto
felt his wig pulled off. He quickly turned, and













what do you think he saw? He saw his yellow
wig in the hands of the marionette. "Pinocchio!
give me back my wig immediately," he said. But
Pinocchio, instead of giving back the wig, put it on
his own head, making himself look half smothered.
At this insolence Geppetto looked sad and mel-
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PINOCCHIO


life; and turning to Pinocchio, said: Bad little boy!
You are not yet finished and already lack respect to
your father. Bad, bad boy! And he dried a tear.
There were now only the legs and feet to make.
When Geppetto had finished them he felt a kick
on the end of his nose. "I deserve it," he said to
himself; "I ought to have thought of this at first!
Now it is too late!" Then he took the mario-
nette in his arms and placed him on the ground to
make him walk. Pinocchio behaved at first as if
his legs were asleep and he could not move them.
Geppetto led him around the room for some time,
showing him how to put one foot in front of the
other. When his legs were stretched Pinocchio
began to walk and then to run around the room.
When he saw the door open he jumped into the
street and ran away.
Poor Geppetto ran as fast as he could, but he
was not able to catch him; Pinocchio jumped like
a rabbit. He made a noise with his wooden
feet on the hard road like twenty pairs of little
wooden shoes.
Stop him! stop him! cried Geppetto; but
the people in the street, seeing the wooden mario-
nette running as fast as a rabbit, stopped to look at
it, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, so that
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PINOCCHIO 13


Finally, through good fortune, a soldier appeared,
who, hearing all the noise, thought that some colt
had escaped from its master. He planted himself
in the middle of the road and with a fixed look
determined to catch the runaway. Pinocchio, when
he saw the soldier in the road, tried to pass between
his legs, but he could not do it. The soldier,
scarcely moving his body, seized the marionette
by the nose (which was a very ridiculous one, just
the size to be seized by a soldier) and consigned
him to the hands of Geppetto, who tried to correct
him by pulling his ears. But just imagine--when
he searched for the ears he could not find them!
Do you know why? Because, in the haste of
making Pinocchio, he did not finish carving them.






PINOCCHIO


Then Geppetto took him by the neck, and, while
he led him back, said, shaking him, "Wait until we
get home and I will give you a whipping."
Pinocchio, at this threat, threw himself on the
ground and refused to walk farther. Meanwhile
the curious people and the loungers began to stop
and surround them. First one said something, then
another. "Poor marionette!" said one of them,
"he is right not to want to go back to his home.
Who knows how hard Geppetto beats him ?" And
others added maliciously: "That Geppetto appears
a kind man, but he is a true tyrant with boys.
If he gets that poor marionette in his hands, he will
break him in pieces."
Altogether they made so much noise that the
soldier gave Pinocchio back his liberty and took to
prison instead that poor old man, who, not finding
words at first with which to defend himself, wept
like a calf, and on approaching the prison stammered
out: "NWicked son and to think I tried so hard to
make a good marionette! I ought to have thought
of all this at first."
What happened afterward is a story so strange
that you will hardly believe it. However, I will
tell it to you in the following chapters.



















CHAPTER IV


I will tell you then, children, that while poor old
Geppetto was led to prison without having done any
wrong, that rogue Pinocchio, being free, took to
his heels and ran toward the fields in order more
easily to reach his house. In his haste he jumped
high mounds of earth, hedges of thorns, and ditches
of water, just as rabbits and deer do when chased
by hunters.
When he arrived before the house he found the
door to the street half shut. He pushed it open,
entered the room, and bolted the door. Then he
threw himself down on the floor and heaved a great
big sigh of happiness.
But that happiness did not last very long because
he heard some one crying in the room-"Cri-cri-
cri!"
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16 PINOCCHIO

"Who is speaking to me?" said Pinocchio,
frightened.
It is I."
Pinocchio turned around and saw a large cricket
that walked slowly up on the wall.
"Tell me, Cricket, who are you?"
I am the Talking Cricket, and I have lived in
this room for more than a hundred years."
"To-day, however, this room is mine," said the
marionette, "and if you wish to do me a favor, go
away immediately, without even turning yourself
around once."
I will not go away from here," said the Cricket,
"without telling you a great truth."
"Tell it to me and be gone."
"Woe to boys who rebel- against their parents,
and who foolishly run away from their homes.
They will never get along well, in the world, and
sooner or later will bitterly repent of their
actions."
Sing on, little Cricket, if it pleases you; but I
know that to-morrow, at the dawn of day, I shall
go away, because if I remain here, what happens
to all other boys will happen to me. I shall have
to go to school and be made to study; and I will
tell you in confidence that I have no wish to
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PINOCCHIO 17

butterflies and climb trees and take the little birds
out of their nests."
"Poor little stupid thing! Do you not know
that in doing so you will become a donkey, and
that everybody will make fun of you?"
"Calm yourself, bad Cricket of ill omen cried
Pinocchio.
But the Cricket, who was a patient philosopher,
instead of becoming angry at this impertinence,
continued in the same tone of voice: "And if it
-does not please you to go to school, why not at
least learn a trade, so as to be able to earn honestly
a piece of bread ? "
"Do you wish me to tell you? replied Pinocchio,
who began to lose patience; "because among the
trades of the world there is only one that suits my
genius."
"And what trade may that be? "
"That of eating, drinking, sleeping, and amusing
myself, and of living, from morning to night, an
easy life."
"Those who live that way," said the Talking
Cricket with his usual calmness, "always end in
the hospital or in prison."
"Take care, bad Cricket of .ill omen! If you
make me angry I pity you."
Poor Pinocchio! you make me pity you."






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"Why do I make you pity me ?"
"Because you are a marionette; and, what is
worse, you have a wooden head."
At these words Pinocchio jumped up enraged,
and taking a hammer from a bench flung it at the
Talking Cricket.
Perhaps he did not believe himself capable of
doing such a thing; but unfortunately the hammer
struck the Cricket in the head so suddenly that he
had only the breath to say "Cri-cri-cri," and then
remained stuck fast to the wall.













CHAPTER V


Meanwhile the night came on, and Pinocchio,
remembering that he had eaten nothing, felt a
gnawing in his stomach that strongly resembled
an appetite. But the appetite of boys increases
very quickly, and so after a few minutes the appe-
tite became hunger, and the hunger finally became
like that of a wolf.
Poor Pinocchio ran suddenly .to the fireplace,
where there was a pot of boiling water into which
he tried to look; but he found that it was only a
painting.' Imagine his surprise! His nose, which
was already long, began to grow longer, nearly
equal to four fingers. Then he ran around the
room and rummaged through all the drawers and
boxes and all the hiding places in search of a piece
of bread,-only a little piece of dried bread, a crust,
a bone for a dog, a little mush, a fish bone, a ker-
nel of a cherry, in fact anything at all to eat; but
he found absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile his hunger constantly increased. Poor
Pinocchio had no other relief than that of yawning,






20 PINOCCHIO

and he made such wide gapes that the corners of his
mouth touched his ears. After having yawned he
felt as if his stomach would go away. Then weeping
and despairing, he said: The Talking Cricket was
right. I have behaved badly in turning my back on
my papa and running away. If my papa were only
here now, I should not find myself dying of yawns.
Oh! what a horrible sickness hunger is! "
Suddenly it appeared to him that he saw some-
thing on the top of a rubbish heap that very much
resembled a hen's egg.. It required but a second
to jump to the spot and there he really saw a nice
big egg.
It is impossible to describe the joy of the mario-
nette. It is necessary to be a marionette in order
to understand it. Fearing that it might be a dream,
he turned the egg around in his hands and touched
it and kissed it, and kissing it said: "And now,
how ought I to cook it ? Shall I make an ome-
let ? No, it is better to poach it; or would it not
be more savory to scramble it? Or instead of
cooking it, I might drink it raw. No, the nicest
way is to cook it in a saucepan."
No sooner said than done. He placed a sauce-
pan above a heap of burning shavings. In the
saucepan, instead of oil or butter, he put a little
water. When the water began to smoke tac -






PINOCCHIO 21

he broke the shell of the egg and held it over the
:steaming saucepan. He was in the act of pour-
ing out the egg, when instead of the yolk there
appeared a little chicken, very lively and polite.
It made a beautiful bow and said: "Many thanks,
Mr. Pinocchio, for saving me the trouble of break-
ing my shell. Good-by! Be good and give my
respects to the family."
Saying this, the little chick spread its wings and
flew out of the open window and away so quickly
that it was soon out of sight.
The poor marionette remained there stupefied,
with his eyes fixed, with his mouth open, and with
the eggshell in his hands. He soon came to hint-
self, however, and began to weep, to scream, and
to stamp his feet on the ground in desperation,
and while weeping he said: Oh, yes the Talking
Cricket was right. If I had not run away, and if
Smy papa were only here, I should not find myself
dying of hunger. Ah I what a horrible sickness
Hunger is!"
And because his stomach still grumbled more
than ever, and because he did not know what else
Sto do, he thought he would go out and run to tbh
,.4ttle neighboring town, in the hope of finding some
,1.haritahje person who would help him and give him
Piece of bread.

















CHAPTER VI

It was a horrible night. It thundered very heav-
ily and it lightened as if the heavens would take
fire, while an ugly wind whistled savagely and raised
an immense cloud of dust.
Pinocchio was afraid of thunder and lightning,
but his hunger was greater than his fear. In a few
hundred jumps he arrived at the edge of the town,
out of breath, with his tongue hanging out on his
chin, just like a hunting dog. But he found the
town all dark and deserted. The stores were closed;
the doors of the houses were shut and the windows
were bolted; there was not even a dog in the
streets; it appeared as if the town were dead.
Then Pinocchio despairingly pulled a doorbell of
one of the houses and rang it with all his might,
saying to himself, Some one will come."
Soon a cross old man with a nightcap on his
head looked out of a window and cried:'-"What
do you want at this hour?"
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PINOCCHIO 23

"Will you please give me a little bread ?"
"Wait there, and I will return immediatelyy"
replied the old man, believing that he had to deal
with some of the bad boys who go around at night
worrying people by ringing their bells. After half
a minute the window opened again and the same
old man said to Pinocchio, "Come under the
window and hold your hat."
Pinocchio, who had not yet a hat, approached
and was nearly drowned by'a great deluge of water
that the old man poured down on him'from a large
bucket.
YIe returned home like a drowned rat, weak from
hunger and tired out; and because he had not
enough strength to stand upright, he fell intra
chair and rested his feet on the stove that was
filled with burning shavings, and fell asleep. Bit,
while he slept, his feet, which were of wood,stook
fire and slowly became cinders. But Piilocchio
snored away just as if his feet belonged to some
one else.
He was awakened the next morning by some
one who had knocked at the door.)
Who is there?" he asked, yawning and rubbing
his eyes.
It is I," replied a voice.
That voice was the voice of Geppetto.
























CHAPTER VII


Poor Pinocchio, who was not quite awake, did
not notice that his feet had been burned off. He
gave a start and jumped down from his chair so as
to run and open the door. Instead, after stagger-
ing two or three times, he fell flat on the floor; and
in falling he made the same noise that a sack of
wood would make in falling from the fifth story of
a house.
"Open the door," cried Geppetto, from the street.
"I cannot, Father," responded the marionette,
weeping and turning over and over on the floor.
"Why?"
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PINOCCHIO 25

"Because some one has eaten my feet."
"And who has eaten them ? "
"The cat," said Pinocchio, seeing the cat with
its two front paws playing with a bit of wood.
Open the door, I say," repeated Geppetto; "if
not, when I come into the house I shall whip you."
I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh! poor,
poor me! I shall be obliged to walk on my knees
all my life."
Geppetto, believing that all the weeping was
simply a trick to deceive him, thought he would
make an end of it. So he climbed up the side of
the house and entered through the window.






PINOCCHIO


At first he was very angry, but when he saw
Pinocchio really stretched out on the floor without
any feet, he felt sorry, and he took him gently
by the neck and began to caress him. Swallowing
a big sob, he said," You dear little Pinocchio!
How is it that you have burned off your feet r"
"I do not know, Papa; but, believe metre')night
has been a horrible one, and I shall remember it
always. It thundered and lightened and I was so
very hungry! And the Talking Cricket said to
me: It serves you right; you have been wicked
and you deserve it all.' I said to him, 'Take care,
Cricket'; and he said to me, You are a marionette
and have a wooden head.' I then took a hammer
and threw it at him and it killed him. Then I
placed a saucepan on some burning shavings to
cook an egg, but when I broke the egg a little
chicken flew out of the shell and said, 'Good-by,
little one.' Meanwhile I grew more hungry and ran
to a house and rang the doorbell for help. An old
man with his nightcap on came to the window and
emptied a bucket of water all over me. Was that
a nice way to treat a boy? I came home right
away and dropped into that chair and placed my
feet on the stove. Now you have come back and
found me with my feet all gone, and I am still
awfully hungry. Ih ih! ih ih "








And poor Pinocchio began to cry and bellow so
loudly that he c-o-u be leard foT 'mies"" -
"-'GpeftWo, ho, rough~ aTf-thMa 7sory, thought
of only one ting, an" that Was ttatT~e maonette
was dyingofTunger- su'denTy p uedTout"fis
poc keThree'pear" aTrd hardig the to tt'e'ma-iod'
nette said: These tnhfe pears we-re ihharve bee
my breakfast, but I give tiem to you wiinghy:
"Eat them, ancd-ay theZ do yougood." '
"If you want me to eat them, beso kind as to
peelihtem." -- -
7" F them replied Geppetto greatly sur-
prised. "1I would never have believed that you
could be so hard to -pease -Bad-Foy! Tni this
w hrld-TIttlei-boysa mst -eat what is given th'i."-
"' Th'.tis all right," said Pinr6clMo, "r it I-'Tver
eat fruit uinlss T1" is peeled. I cannEt eat the
s1lins. -
And that good man Geppetto took out of his
pocket a small knife and with much patience peeled
the three pearsiand placed aleth skins oiTme
cornerof theTable. -- -- -
A7ter Pinocc~io had eaten the first pear in two
mouthfuls, he was in the act of"throing away tie
Core, when eppettB took him by'-Th arms~i and
said to im : "'17D f t thf8w the cor aW~y. '"Eve'_""-
thiinnithis world iTas its-use"


PINOCCHIO


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"But I never eat the core," cried the marionette,
wriggling like a siFak "-
-"All right!" said Geppetto, without getting
angry" -- --
The result was tha: the three cores, instead of
being tioi ftway, -re placed on the 'corner -6T
fhe tabre .ith Tre skins. ----
Having eaten, or, to describe it more truly, hav-
ing devoue, the hree pears, Pinocc-do gave a long
yan and said"J still h ."
"But, my boy, I have nothing more to give you."
"Nothing more, truly ?
"Nothing, except those skins and cores
"Oh, well," said Pinocchio, if there is nothing
more, I wTl eat the skins." ---
- "-" "'cmene- "
And he commencedo eat them. At fshe
puckered hismout-hl buf one after another the
skins disappeared. Atr e skins he ate te
cores also.-When he had eaten everything he
clamped his hafdT conente'ly on his little stomach
and said, "Now IfeeT better."
"You see now, said Geppetto, tat Iwyas
rit when I told you that you must accustom
yourself to what is given yo and not be too damty.
----'- ~~
My dear boy, no one evr knows what may happen
in this worldso always be prepared for the worst."


PINOCCHIO


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CHAPTER VIII


The marionette had scarcely appeased his hun-
ger whe5n -hbeganiTo g-rumble ai5'd ry cause
h&e wished a new pair of feet. Geppetto, in o'er
to punish him for is bad actions, let him cry for
half a day. Then he said: "And why should T"
make you a new pair of feet ? Perhaps you would
run away agan.
\" I promise- you," said the marionette, sobbing,
tat her-Tter'T will be a good boy." --
"All boys," said Geppetto, vihen they wish to
obtain something, say that."
I promise you that I will go to school. I will
study and I will be an ho--"-
Al bys, when they wish to obtain somethir.
tell the same story."
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PINOCCHIO


"But I am not like other boys. 'J am better
than alTther-estnd--i' alja s sak te' truth. I
promise you, Papa, tfiatTwwill learn a trade, and
that I wilfbe your consolation and your support in
your olfag" -" ---
QGgppetto, althogh he had the face of a tyrant,
began to shed tears, and hisaTeart was full of com-
palsion when hesaw -or-ittle8Pin'cchio ini-such:
i~sfafe. He took his toos adid tw'joTleces o4 woo'
anTbegani-o wior-k very diligently.
In-Tess than'~n hour the new feet were finished.
They were two nimble anFneJrousfeet, and were
made sobeathifully that they Tooked as if thel
might ave 'Been arved by a great artist. Then
eppetto said to ti mariohnetTe," Close your ees
ang_ to sleep."
Piocchio cLsed his ey-s and pretended see
Meantime Geppetto stuck on the two feet with a
little ,gue; anih- e d i t 7o w-el tat one
hardly ee te place were they were joined. As
soon as the marionette saw that his feewere n,
he jumpecT downiand began to dance around as if
he werefmad with joy. "-
In order topay 'ou back for your kindness,"
said Pinocchio to hlis papa, "I wish to go to-school
immediately."
"Good boy!"


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32 PINOCCHIO

"But in order to go to school I need some
clothes." --
Geppetto, who was so poor that he had not a cent
in his pocket, mad-a eautiful uitolT--t otes out of
sogactaridoard painted all over with flowers. He
made a pair of shoes out of the bark of a tree, and a
cap out of stale bread crumbs all molded together.
Pinocchio ran Immediately To look at himself in
a tub filled with water, and he was so delighted
with his appearance that he said proudly, Truly,
I look like a gentleman N f c e
aYes, indeed," replied Geppetto, "because, bear
in.mind, it is not fine clothes so much as clean
ones that make a gentleman."
"By the by," added the marionette, "now in
order to go to.school I lack something else."
"What is that ?"
"Why, I lack an A B C card."
"You are right; but how can I get one ?"
"That is easy. Go to the store and buy it."
"And the money ?"
"I have none."
"Neither have I," added the good old man,
looking sad.
Pinocchio, although he was a happy boy, looked
sad too, because real trouble is understood by
everybody, even by boys.







PINOCCHIO


"Have patience 1" cried Geppetto, suddenly
getting up. Taking off his coat all covered with
patches, he ran out of the house.
After a little while he returned with an A B C
card in his hand, but his coat was gone. The poor
man was in his shirt sleeves and it was. snowing
outside too.
And the coat, Papa?"
"I have sold it."
"Why did you sell it ?"
"Because it made me too warm."
Pinocchio understood the reply at once, and not
being able to restrain his feelings, he jumped up on
Geppetto, threw his arms around his neck, and
kissed his face all over.









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CHAPTER IX

The snow having stopped, Pinocchio, with his
nice new A B C card under his arm, went to school.
As he walked along he imagined many things and
built a thousand castles in the air, each new one
more beautiful than the others. And, talking to
himself, he said; "To-day at school I wish to learn
immediately to read; to-morrow I will learn to
write, and then the day after to-morrow I will
learn to make numbers. Then with my learning I
will earn lots of pennies, and with the pennies that
will fill my pocket I will order my papa a nice new
suit of cloth. But why did I say of cloth ? I will
have one of gold and line it with silver and have
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PINOCCHIO


buttons of brilliant. My poor papa deserves it
truly, because in order to buy me an A B C card so
that I could learn, he is now in his shirt sleeves, in
the cold weather too! There are not many papas
who would sacrifice so much."
While he was talking thus he seemed to hear
some music of a fife and strokes of a drum -pi-
pi-pi, pi-pi-pi, zum, zum, zum, zum. He stopped
to listen. Those sounds came from the end of a
long street that led to a small square near the sea.
"What is that beautiful music? It is too bad that
I have to go to school. If -" And he remained
there perplexed. He must decide either to go to
school or to hear the fife and drum. To-day I will
go and hear the fife and drum, and to-morrow I will
go to school. There is always time to go there,"
said the little scoundrel, shrugging his shoulders.
No sooner said than done. He turned down the
street and ran as hard as he could. The more he
ran, the more distinct became the sound of the fife
and drum--pi-pi-pi, pi-pi-pi, pi-pi-pi, zum, zum, zum,
zum. He soon found himself in the middle of a
square, which was filled with people. They all stood
around a little wooden building with a sign painted
in many colors.
"What is that house ? asked Pinocchio, turning
to a boy standing near.






36 PINOCCHIO

"Read the sign and you will know."
"I would read it willingly, but somehow to-day
I do not know how."
Stupid one then I will read it for you. Know,
then, that on that sign with letters like fire there
is written, Grand Theater of Marionettes.'"
"How soon does it begin?"
"It begins now."
"And how much is the admission? "
"Four pennies."
Pinocchio was wild with curiosity, and forgetting
all his good resolutions, shamelessly turned to the
boy with whom he was 'talking and said, "Would
you give me four pennies until to-morrow ?"
I would give you the pennies willingly, but to-
day I have none to spare."
For four pennies I will sell you my jacket,"
said the marionette.
"What good would a paper cardboard jacket do
me ? If it rains on it, it will fall apart."
"I will sell my shoes."
"They are good only for a fire."
"How much will you give me for my cap ?"
"Nice bargain, truly! a cap of bread! Why,
the rats would eat it all in a night."
Pinocchio was full of trouble. He stood there
not knowing what to do. He had not the courage







PINOCCHIO 37

to offer the last thing he had. He hesitated, but
finally he said, "Will you give me four pennies for
this ABC card? "
"I am a boy and I do not buy from boys,"
replied the little fellow, who had more good sense
than the marionette.
"For four pennies I will take the A B C card,"
said a seller of old clothes, who heard the conver-
sation. So the card was sold at once. And to
think that that poor man, Geppetto, remained at
home trembling in his shirt sleeves in the cold,
just to buy that AB C card for his son!





















CHAPTER X


When Pinocchio entered the theater of the mar-
ionettes something happened that almost caused a
revolution.
The reader must know that the curtain was up
and the comedy had begun. On the stage Harle-
quin and Pulcinello were quarreling, and, as usual
in stage performances of marionettes, there were
many blows given with a stick. The audience were
listening intently. They laughed out loud on hear-
ing the quarrel of the two marionettes, who gesticu-
lated and acted their threats as naturally as if they
had been two real people.
Suddenly Harlequin stopped reciting. Turning
toward the audience and pointing to some one in
the rear, he began to shout in a dramatic tone:
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PINOCCHIO 39

"Deities of the universe! do I dream or am I
awake ? Nevertheless that boy there is Pinocchio."
"It is Pinocchio, truly! said Pulcinello.
"It is indeed he! screamed Rosa, who peeped
from behind the scenes.
It is Pinocchio It is Pinocchio!" cried in a
chorus all the marionettes, coming out and jump-
ing on the stage.
"Pinocchio, come up here to me," cried Harle-
quin. Come and throw your arms around your
wooden brothers."
At this affecting invitation Pinocchio made a
jump, and from the back part of the theater he
went to the reserved portion; then with another
jump from the reserved seats he mounted on the
head of the orchestra leader, and from there he
jumped upon the stage.
It is impossible to imagine the kisses, the em-
braces, the words of endearment, the wooden-
headed sayings of true and sincere brotherhood
that Pinocchio received in the midst of the actors
and actresses of that dramatic company. It was
a touching sight; but the public, seeing that the
comedy was stopped, grew impatient and began to
cry, "We want the play."
It was all breath thrown away, for the mario-
nettes, instead of continuing the dialogue, redoubled





40 PINOCCHIO

their cries ; and taking Pinocchio on their shoulders,
they carried him in triumph behind the wings on
the stage.
Then came out the manager, a big man, who
made people tremble just by looking at them. He
had a beard, black as ink, which reached to his feet
and tripped him when he walked. His mouth was
as large as a furnace, his eyes looked like two lan-
terns of red glass, and in his hands he cracked a
large whip made of serpents and tails of wolves
tied together.
At the unexpected sight of the manager all the
marionettes became mute. No one breathed. Why,
you could have heard a fly walk! The poor mari-
onettes, both actors and actresses, trembled like
so many leaves.
Why have you come here and made all this
disorder in my theater?" he asked, looking at
Pinocchio. His voice sounded like that of an ogre
with a cold in his head.
"Believe me, most illustrious man, the fault is
not mine !"
Do not answer me! to-night we will settle our
affairs."
The marionettes went on with the comedy and
the manager vent to the kitchen where he was
preparing for supper a sheep that was cooking on






PINOCCHIO 41

a spit. As he needed more wood to finish cooking
it, he called Harlequin and Pulcinello, who had fin-
ished their performance, and said to them: "Bring
me now the marionette that you will find tied to a
nail. He appears to be made of good dry wood,
and I am sure he will make a beautiful flame for
a roast."
Harlequin and Pulcinello at first hesitated, but
a glance from their master's eye scared them and
they obeyed. Soon they returned to the kitchen
carrying Pinocchio in their arms. Struggling like
an eel out of water, he cried despairingly: Oh,
Papa, dear Papa, save me! I do not wish to die
No, I do not wish to die "








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CHAPTER XI

The prorietor, Fire Eater (for that was his name),
looked fiarful with his' b'ck beard covering his
chest and legs like an aprbo; but he really was not
a bad nian. *Whe a' saw Pipcchio carried before
him and 6r) ing, I do not want to die! I do not
want to die he began to pity him.. He resisted
the feeling f:.r a little wh-ile, but when he could do
so no longer he ga.era terribtesneeze.
dtAt that sound, arlequin. who until then had
IfU h afflicted, nd'doubled up like a weeping wil-
1&w, began .. -' ore lively, and leaning toward
vF Pinocchii. w v to him softly, "Good news,
brother *': i, .nif rlhas sneezed. That is a sign
that h youand n:v v are saved."
Fo U'st kn tlat ,v most men either
cry or a east pretend t,:' ip,4 yes when they
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PINOCCHIO 43

feel moved to pity, Fire Eater, instead, had the
habit of sneezing. It was his way of letting others
know the tenderness of his heart.
After having sneezed, the manager, appearing
still cross, cried to Pinocchio, Stop crying Your
sobs make me feel squeamish at the pit of my
stomach. I feel a spasm that nearly--etchi-
etchi-" and he sneezed twice more.
"God bless you!" said Pinocchio.
Thanks. And your papa and mamma are still
living ? asked Fire Eater.
"My papa, yes; but I have never seen my
mother."
"Oh, what a terrible thing it would have been
for your papa if I had thrown you on the fire !
Poor old man! I pity him -etchi-etchi-etchi-"
and he sneezed three times more.
"Goad bless you !" said Pinocchio.
Thanks. But some one must also pity me, be-
cause you see I have no more wood with which I
can cook my meat; and you would have made.,a ,
fine fire. But now that I am moved to pity for yotr,
I must have patience. Instead of you I shall have
to burn some one ofi y 'company. Io! guards,
come here !"
At this command two guards of wood.ajpeared
with soldier caps on their heads and swords 'y their






44 PINOCCHIO

sides. Then the manager said to them in a wheez-
ing tone: "Bring me Harlequin, bound tightly,
and then throw him on the fire. I want that roast
cooked well."
Just imagine how poor Harlequin must have felt!
He was so scared that his legs refused to support
him, and he fell face downward on the floor. Pi-
nocchio, at this most pitiful sight, threw himself at
the feet of the manager, and, crying so hard that he
wet the long, black beard of Fife Eater, said in a
supplicating voice, Pity, Mr. Fire Eater "
There are no Misters here," replied the manager
in a dry tone..
Pity, Mr. Cavalier "
There are no cavaliers here."
"Pity, Mr. Commander !"
"There are no commanders here."
Pity, Your Excellency! "
At hearing himself called "Excellency" the
manager immediately pursed up his lips and became
more humane and tractable. He said to Pinocchio,
" Well, what do you wish ?"
"I ask pity for poor Harlequin."
I have saved you, but I must put some one on
the fire, so that my meat shall be well cooked."
In that case," cried Pinocchio, proudly, straight-
ening himself and throwing aside his cap of bread






PINOCCHIO 45

crumbs, "in that case I know what my duty
should be. Come, guards, bind me and throw me
into the flames. No, it is not just that poor Har-
lequin, my true friend, should die for me! "
These words, pronounced in a loud tone and with
heroic accents, made all the marionettes that were
present at this scene cry. The guards, although
made of wood, wept like two baby lambs.
Fire Eater at first remained hard and cold as a
piece of ice; but afterward he slowly began to,
show symptoms of being moved and of sneezing.
After having sneezed four or five times, he held out
his arms to Pinocchio and said: "You are a brave
boy. Come here. and give me a kiss."
Pinocchio ran quickly, and, climbing like a squirrel
up the beard of the manager, gave him a most
beautiful kiss right on the point of his nose.
Then I am free ? asked Harlequin, with a thin
voice that could scarcely be heard.
"Yes, you are free," replied Fire Eater. Then
he added, sighing and shaking his head: To-night
I will eat my supper half-cooked; but another
time, woe to him who changes my plans!"
When the marionettes heard that Harlequin was
free they ran to the stage, lit all the lights, just
as if it were a grand holiday, and began to dance
and jump. And they danced all night long.














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CHAPTER XII

The next morning Fire Eater called Pinocchio
aside and said to him, "What is your papa's name ?"
"Geppetto."
"What is his business ?"
"He is poor."
"Does he earn much ?"
"He earns so much that he never has a cent in
his pockets. Just imagine, in order to buy me an
A B C card he had to sell his coat! It was covered
with patches, but they gave him enough so that he
could buy me that."
"Poor man I pity him very much. Here are
five pieces of gold. Go quickly and carry them to
him, and remember me kindly to him."






PINOCCHIO 47

Pinocchio, as it is easy to imagine, thanked the
manager many times. He embraced the mario-
nettes one after another, and, nearly crazy with joy,
started back to his home. But he had not gone
half a mile when he met a Fox lame in one paw,
and a Cat blind in both eyes. The Fox, who
limped, leaned on the Cat; and the Cat, who was
blind, was guided by the Fox.
"Good morning, Pinocchio," said the Fox, salut-
ing him politely.
"How do you know my name?" asked the
marionette.
"I know your papa very well."
"When did you see him ?"
"I saw him yesterday at the door of his house."
"What was he doing?"
"He was in his shirt sleeves and he trembled
with the cold."
"Poor Papa! but he will tremble no more after
to-day."
"Why?"
"Because I have become a great, rich man."
"You a great, rich man said the Fox, and he
laughed aloud. The Cat also laughed, but in order
not to be seen laughing he stroked his mustache
with his two front paws.
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taken aback. I hate to make your mouths water,
but I have here, as you shall see, five beautiful
pieces of gold."
And he pulled out of his pocket the money that
Fire Eater had given him. At the sound of the
money the Fox involuntarily stretched his leg that
was paralyzed and the Cat opened wide his eyes
that looked like two green lamps; but it was all
done so quickly that Pinocchio did not see anything.
And now," said the Fox, what do you propose
to do with all that money? "
"First of all," replied the marionette, "I shall
buy a coat for. my papa, all covered with gold and
silver and with buttons of brilliant. Then I shall
buy a new AB C card for myself."
"For yourself?"
"Yes, indeed, because I wish to go to school and
begin to study."
"Look at me," said the Fox; "because of my
passion for studying I have lost a leg."
Look at me! cried the Cat; "because of my
love for studying I have lost both eyes."
In the meantime a Blackbird flew near them and
said: Pinocchio, do not listen to the counsel of bad
companions. If you do, you will be sorry."
Just as soon as the Blackbird had said that, the
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the Blackbird had time to say Oh!" the Cat ate
it up, feathers and all. After it was eaten the Cat
cleaned his mouth and closed his eyes and became
as blind as he was at first.
Poor Blackbird! said Pinocchio. "Why did
you treat him so badly? "


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"I did it to teach him a lesson. Another time
he will know that he ought not to meddle with
other people's business."
They walked along a short distance when the
Fox, stopping suddenly, said to the marionette,
"Should you like to double your money? "






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"What do you mean ?"
"Should you like to make of those miserable
five pieces, ten ? a hundred? a thousand? "
"Why, of course And how can you do it ?"
"It, is very easy. Instead of going home, come
with us."
And where do you want to take me ?"
"To the Country of the Owl."
Pinocchio thought a little and then said reso-
lutely: "No, I will not go. My father expects me.
Who knows but that the poor old man, when I
did not return yesterday, was worried and wept
for me? I have been a bad boy, and the Talking
Cricket was right when he said, Disobedient boys
never get along well in this world.' I have had one
experience because I was bad. Only last night, at
the house of Fire Eater, I was in great danger. Brrr!
It makes me tremble to think of it."
"Then," said the Fox, "you want to go home?
All right! Go home, but- it will be the worse for
you."
"Yes, it will be the worse for you," said the Cat.
"Think well, Pinocchio, for you have thrown
away a fortune."
"A fortune," said the Cat.
"Your five pieces might be two thousand by
to-morrow."






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"Two thousand," repeated the Cat.
"But how is it possible that they can become so
many ?" asked Pinocchio, holding his mouth open
as if stupefied.
"I will explain to you," said the Fox. "You
must know that in the Country of the Owl there
is a blessed field called 'The Field of Miracles.'
You make a little hole in the ground and you put
inside, for example, one piece of gold. Then you
cover over the hole with a little earth, water it
with a few drops of water from a fountain, put on
a little salt, and go to bed and sleep quietly. In
the meantime, during the night, the gold piece
begins to grow and blossom; and the next morn-
ing, returning to the field, guess what you find?
Why, you find a tree loaded with gold pieces "
"If I bury five pieces," said Pinocchio, all ex-
cited, "how many shall I find next morning ? "
"It is easy to count," replied the Fox. "You
can do it on your fingers. Every gold piece will
make five hundred; and therefore, multiplying
each by five, you will have two thousand five
hundred."
"Oh, how beautiful!" cried Pinocchio, dancing
with joy. "When I have all those gold pieces I
will give you five hundred of them and I will take
the other two thousand to my papa."






52 PINOCCHIO

"A present to us cried the Fox, disdainfully,
as if he were offended. "No, indeed "
No, indeed said the Cat.
"We," said the Fox, "work only to enrich
others."
Only others," said the Cat.
"What good people !" thought Pinocchio; and
forgetting all about his papa, the new coat, and
the A B C card, he said to the Fox and the Cat,
"Come on, then; I will go with you."






















CHAPTER XIII

They walked and walked and walked until they
arrived at the Red Lobster Inn, tired to death.
"Let us stop a little here," said the Fox, "just
long enough to get something to eat and rest
ourselves. At midnight we can start again and
to-morrow morning we shall arrive at the Field
of Miracles."
They entered the Inn and seated themselves at
the table, but none of them were hungry. The
poor Cat felt very much indisposed and could eat
only thirty-five mullets with tomato sauce and four
portions of tripe; and because the tripe did not
taste just right he called three times for butter
and cheese to put on it.
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PINOCCHIO


The Fox would willingly have ordered some-
thing, but as the doctor had told him to diet, he
had to be contented with a nice fresh rabbit dressed
with the giblets of chicken. After the rabbit he
ordered, as a finish to his meal, some partridges,
some pheasants, some frogs, some lizards, and some
bird of paradise eggs; and then he did not wish
any more. He had such nausea for food, he said,
that he could not eat another mouthful.
Pinocchio ate the least of all. He asked for a
piece of meat and some bread, but he left every-
thing on his plate. He could think of nothing but
the Field of Miracles.
When they had supped the Fox said to the host:
"Give me two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio
and another for me and my companion. Before
we go we will ring the bell. Remember, however,
to wake us at midnight so that we can go on with
our journey."
S"All right, sir," replied the.host; and he winked
his eye at the Fox and the Cat, as if to say, "We
understand each other."
Pinocchio had scarcely jumped into bed when
he fell asleep and began to dream. He seemed to
be in a field full of arbors, and each arbor was over-
grown with vines covered with large bunches of
grapes. Instead of grapes, however, they were all


































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gold pieces, that made a noise when the wind blew
--zin-zin-zin-zin. It was just as if they said,
" Here we are! Let who will come and take us."
When Pinocchio was on the point of reaching for
them he heard a loud knocking at the door of his
room. It was the landlord who came to tell him
that the clock had struck midnight.
"And are my companions ready?" asked the
marionette.
Better than that! They left two hours ago."
"Why were they in such a hurry ?"
S"Because the Cat received word that his father
was very sick with frosted feet and that he was in
danger of losing his life."
",And they paid for the supper ? "
"What do you think those people are? They
are too highly educated to insult a gentleman as
good as you are."
"Oh, yes! That affront would have displeased
me very much," said Pinocchio, scratching his head.
Then he asked, Did they say where I should meet
them ?"
At the Field of Miracles, to-morrow morning
at daybreak."
Pinocchio paid a gold piece for his supper and that
of his companions, and then departed. He groped his
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PINOCCHIO 57

that he could not see anything. It was very quiet
and not even a leaf stirred. Some birds flying along
the road struck Pinocchio on the nose with their
wings. He jumped back and cried out with fear,
"Who goes there?" The echo of the surround-
ing hills took up his words and repeated, "Who













goes there?" "Who goes there?" "Who goes
there ?"
As he walked on, he saw on the trunk of a tree
a little creature that shone with a pale opaque light,
just like a candle behind a globe of transparent
porcelain.
"Who are you? asked Pinocchio.
"I am the Spirit of the Talking. Cricket," it
replied, with a little voice that seemed to come
from another world.






PINOCCHIO


"What do you want with me ? "
"I wish to warn you. Go back with your four
gold pieces that you have left, to your papa, who
cries and thinks he shall never see you again."
To-morrow my papa will be a very rich man, be-
cause these four pieces will become two thousand."
Do not trust any one who promises to make
you rich in one night, my boy. Usually they
are mad or deceitful. Listen to me and go back."
I want to go on."
"The hour is late."
"I want to go on."
"The night is dark."
"I want to go on."
"The road is dangerous."
"I want to go on."
"Remember that boys who always do what they
want to will sooner or later repent."
"The same old story Good night, Cricket."
Good night, and may Heaven save you from
the assassins! "
The Talking Cricket had hardly said these words
when he suddenly disappeared, just as if some one
had blown a light out, and the road was darker
than ever.























CHAPTER XIV

"Truly," said the marionette to himself, starting
again on his way, how unfortunate we poor boys
are! Everybody scolds us, everybody warns us,
and everybody gives us advice. Why, everybody
takes it upon himself to be our papa and master,-
even the Talking Cricket. Here am I; and because
I would not pay attention to that tiresome Talking
Cricket, he said that many things would happen
to me! I should also meet assassins! I have
never believed in assassins. I think that assassins
have been invented by papas on purpose to make
their boys afraid to go out at night. And then,
if I should meet them on the road, they would
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PINOCCHIO


probably tell me my way. Why, I am not afraid.
I would go to them and say, right to their faces,
' Mr. Assassins, what do you want of me? Do
not think that you can fool with me. Go away
then about your own business, quick!' At such
talk the poor assassins I can see them- now -
would run away like the wind. In case they might
be clever enough not to run away, why then I would
- and thus the thing would end- "
But Pinocchio was not able to finish his reason-
ing, because at that moment he thought he heard
a rustling in the leaves behind him. He turned
to look and saw- in the dark two coal sacks cover-
ing two figures which ran toward him on the tips
of their toes like ghosts.
Here they are, truly I said Pinocchio to him-
self. Not knowing what to do with the four gold
pieces, he put them into his mouth and under his
tongue. Then he tried to run away. But he had
hardly started when his arms were seized and he
heard two hollow voices say to him, Your money
or your life! "
Not being able to reply on account of the money
in his mouth, Pinocchio made many bows and ges-
tures in order to make his captors understand that
he was a poor marionette and that he did not
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PINOCCHIO 61

fooling Out with it! the brigands cried. And
the marionette made signs with his hands and head,
which meant, "I have none! "
"Bring out the money or you will die! said the
taller assassin.
"You will die," repeated the smaller one.
And after you are dead we will kill your papa."
"We will kill your papa," repeated the other.
"No, no, no! Not my poor papa! cried Pinoc-
chio, despairingly; but in saying this the gold pieces
made a noise in his mouth.
Oh, you story-teller! you have hidden the
money in your mouth! Out with it!"
Poor Pinocchio remained quiet.
Ah! do you make believe you are deaf?
Wait a little and we will show you how we shall
make you give up the gold."
Then one of them seized the marionette by the
nose and the other took him by the chin, and they
began to pull him backward and forward in the
attempt to open his mouth; but they could not do
it. His mouth seemed to be nailed or riveted
together.
Then the little assassin took a knife and tried to
push it between the lips of the marionette; but
Pinocchio, quick as a flash, caught the assassin's
hand with his teeth and bit it off and spat it on the






62 PINOCCHIO

ground. Imagine his surprise when,, instead of
a hand, he found that he had bitten off a cat's
paw!
Encouraged by this first victory he liberated him-
self from the hands of the assassins and, jumping
a hedge that bordered the road, began to run
across the fields with the assassins after him, like
two dogs after a rabbit. The one who had lost a
paw ran with only one forefoot, but it was wonder-
ful how he could get along.
After a run of fifteen miles Pinocchio could go
no farther. Seeing himself lost, he climbed to the
top of a large pine tree and sat on the branches.
The assassins also tried to climb; but when they
got halfway up they slipped and fell to the ground,
rubbing the skin off their legs and hands as they
dropped.
However, they did not consider themselves con-
quered. On the contrary, they collected a bundle
of sticks, and placing them around the tree, set fire
to them. In less time than it takes to tell it, the
pine tree took fire and blazed like a candle blown
by the wind. Pinocchio, seeing that the flames
mounted higher and higher, and not wishing to be
roasted, jumped down from the top of the tree.
Away he ran, just as before, with the assassins
always behind and never getting tired.







PINOCCHIO 63


Meanwhile the day dawned and they found them-
selves on the edge of a large trench filled with dirty
water, just the color of coffee and cream. What
could they do ? One, two, three," said Pinocchio;
and bending down and making a great spring, he
landed safely on the other side. The assassins
jumped also, but they did not take the right meas-
ure; and splash! they both fell into the trench.
Pinocchio, who heard the plunge and the splash,
cried out, I hope you had a nice bath, Mr. Assas-
sins! and then began to run again. He thought
that they were drowned; but looking back, he saw
them running as before, dripping water from their
wet clothes as they followed him.


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CHAPTER XV


Then the marionette, losing his courage, was on
the point of throwing himself on the ground and
giving himself up as conquered, when, looking
around, he saw in the middle of a dark forest,
shining afar, a candied house, white as snow. If
I have enough breath to reach that house, perhaps
I shall be saved," he said to himself. And without
delaying a minute, he began to run through the
forest as fast as he could. The assassins still
followed him.
Finally, after a desperate run of two hours, he
arrived, out of breath, at the door of the house
and knocked. No one replied. He knocked again
with great force because he heard approaching
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PINOCCHIO 65

the steps and heavy breathing of his pursuers.
The same silence.
Seeing that the knocking did not have any effect,
he began to kick and beat the door in desperation.
Then there appeared at the door a beautiful Baby
with blue hair and a white face, like a waxen image,
with her hands crossed on her breast. Scarcely
moving her lips, she said, "In this house there is
no one; they are all dead."
"Open at least for me, won't you ? cried Pinoc-
chio, weeping.
"I am also dead."
"Dead ? and then how is it that you are at the
window? "
I am waiting for the hearse to carry me away."
Scarcely had she said this when the Baby disap-
peared and the window closed without making any
noise.
"Oh, beautiful Baby with the Blue Hair," cried
Pinocchio, "open the door, for goodness' sake!
Have compassion on a poor boy followed by
assass- But he could not finish the word be-
cause he felt himself seized by the neck and he
heard the two bad voices scolding him and crying,
"Now you can run away no more."
The marionette, seeing death staring him in
the face, trembled; so that all his joints made






66 PINOCCHIO

a great noise and the four gold pieces jingled in
his mouth.
Then,". said the assassins, "will you open your
mouth? Yes or no ? Ah, you do not reply ? All
right! This time we will open it!" And they
took two knives, sharp as razors, and zaff-zaff
- they gave him two strokes in the middle of
the back.
Fortunately the marionette was made of good
hard wood. The blades of the knives broke into
several pieces and the assassins were left looking
at each other, wit only the handle' in their.hands.
"I understand," saidione df them. "We must
hang him. Let-us hang him, then."'
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PINOCCHIO 67

No sooner said than done. They bound his
hands and, slipping a noose around his throat,
hanged him to a branch of a tree called the Grand
Oak. Then they sat down on the ground, waiting
until the marionette should make his last kick.
After three hours, -however, the marionette's eyes
were still open and his mouth was closed, and he
kicked harder than ever.
Finally, annoyed by this long delay, they turned
to Pinocchio and said to him, laughing out loud:
" Good-by until to-morrow morning! When we
return here we hope that you will be polite enough
to die and have your mouth opened wide." And
they went away.
Meanwhile a great wind began to blow Pinoc-
chio backward and forward, just like a large bell.
And while he was swinging the rope tightened
and tightened so that he could hardly swallow.
Little by little his eyes grew dim. Although
he felt death approaching, yet he hoped every
moment that some one would come and save him.
But when'he found that no one would help him
he remembered his poor papa and stammered,
Oh, my Papa, if you were only here now!"
But he had no breath to say any more. He closed
his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his legs,
and, with a last shudder, remained as if dead.


























CHAPTER XVI

While poor Pinocchio hung from the branch of the
Grand Oak and appeared more dead than alive, the
beautiful Baby with the Blue Hair came to the win-
dow. Pitying the poor unfortunate who was swing-
ing backward and forward, she clapped her hands
three times. At this signal the beating of wings
was heard and a great Falcon came and placed him-
self on the window sill.
"What do you command, my gracious Fairy?"
said the Falcon, lowering his beak in a bow of
reverence. For you must know that the Baby with
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PINOCCHIO 69

the Blue Hair was none other than a beautiful fairy,
who for more than a thousand years had lived in
the neighborhood of this forest.
Do you see that marionette hanging on yonder
Grand Oak?"
I see him."
"Fly quickly there and untie with your strong
beak the knot that holds him suspended and lay him
gently on the ground."
The Falcon flew away and after two minutes
returned, saying, That which you have com-
manded is done."
"How did you find him alive or dead ?"
"He appeared to be dead, but he cannot really
be so. Scarcely had I untied the knot and laid
him gently on the ground when he gave a sigh and
said, Now I feel better.'"
Then the Fairy clapped her hands twice and a
Bearded Dog appeared, walking on his hind legs,
just like a man. The Bearded Dog was dressed in
livery. He had a cap trimmed with gold lace and
a white curly wig that came down to his neck. He
wore a dress coat of chocolate color, with buttons
of brilliant and two big pockets to hold bones.
He had a pair of short boots of crimson velvet and
he carried behind him a sort of umbrella cover in
which he put his tail when it rained.







70 PINOCCHIO

"My brave Fido," said the Fairy to the Bearded
Dog, "go quickly, hitch up the most beautiful car-
riage in my stables and take the road to the forest.
When you arrive under the Grand Oak you will find
stretched out on the ground a poor marionette, half
dead. Take him up carefully and bring him here.
Do you understand ?"
The Bearded Dog, in order to make himself under-
stood, shook the cover to his tail three or four times
and departed in a flash. A little while afterward
a beautiful transparent carriage, all trimmed with
canary-bird feathers and lined inside with cream-
colored cloth, was 'seen to come from the stables.
It was drawn by one hundred pairs of white mice
and the Bearded Dog sat on the box and cracked
his whip from right to left as a coachman always
does when he fears he shall be late.
A quarter of an hour had hardly passed when the
carriage returned. The Fairy, who waited at the
door, took the marionette in her arms and carried
him to a little bed of mother-of-pearl, which she
had prepared for him. Then she sent immediately
for three doctors. They soon arrived, one after the
other.' They were a-Crow, an Owl, and a Talking
Cricket.
I should like to know from you, gentlemen,"
said the Fairy, turning to the three doctors who
















































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PINOCCHIO


surrounded the bed of Pinocchio, I should like
to know if this unhappy marionette is dead or alive."
At this invitation the Crow stepped forward,
tested the pulse of Pinocchio, tested his nose, and
then his little toe. When he had tested him thor-
oughly he pronounced these words: "It is my
















belief that the marionette is quite dead; but if
through some awkwardness he should not be dead,
then it would be a sure sign that he is alive."
It pains me," said the Owl, "to have to contra-
dict the Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague.
To me, however, the marionette is quite alive; but
if through some awkwardness he should not be
alive, then it would be a sure sign that he is dead."






PINOCCHIO


And have you nothing to say ?" said the Fairy
to the Talking Cricket.
I say that a prudent doctor should be quiet
when he does not know what to say. Besides,
that marionette has a familiar face. I know him
a little."
Pinocchio, who until then had been as immovable
as a piece of wood, began to tremble so violently
that he shook the bed.
"That marionette," continued the Talking Cricket,
"is a good for nothing."
Pinocchio opened his eyes and then closed them
suddenly.
"He is a scamp, a rogue, a vagabond."
Pinocchio hid his face under the covers.
"That marionette is a disobedient child who is
killing his poor papa."
At this point crying and sobbing were heard in
the room. Imagine how surprised everybody was
when the covers were pulled down and the crying
and sobbing were found to come from Pinocchio!
"When the dead cry," said the Crow, "it is a
sign that they are on the road to recovery."
It grieves me to contradict my illustrious friend
and colleague," added the Owl, but to my mind,
when the dead cry it is a sign that they do not
want to die."

















CHAPTER XVII


Scarcely had the three doctors left the room
when the Fairy approached Pinocchio, and after
touching his forehead perceived that he had taken
a fever of not saying anything.
Then she put a little bit of white powder in a
glass of water and, handing it to the marionette,
said to him sweetly, "Drink, and in a few days
you will be cured." Pinocchio looked at the glass,
made a mouth, then with a voice full of sobs said,
"Is it sweet or bitter?"
"It is bitter, but it will do you good."
"If it is bitter, I do not want it."
"Listen to me; drink it."
"I do not like bitter things."
"Drink it; and when you have drunk it I will
give you a little ball of sugar to take the taste out
of your mouth."
"Where is the ball of sugar ?"
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"Here it is," said the Fairy, taking out a ball of
sugar.
"First I want the ball of sugar; then I will
drink the bitter water."
"You promise me?"
"Yes."
The Fairy gave him the sugar, and Pinocchio,
after having crushed it to atoms, said, licking his
lips, How nice If sugar could only be medicine,
I would take it all day long."
Now keep your. promise and drink these few
bitter drops. They will cure you."
Pinocchio unwillingly took the glass in his hand
and put it under his nose; then he put it to his
lips; then he put it under his nose again. Finally
he said: "It is too bitter! It is too bitter I
cannot drink it."
"How can you say that when you have not
tasted it?"
I know. I smell it. I want another ball of
sugar first; then I will drink it."
So the Fairy, with the patience of an indulgent
mamma, placed in his mouth another ball of sugar
and then gave him the glass again. "I cannot drink
it," said the marionette, making numerous grimaces.
"Why?"
"Because that pillow on my feet annoys me."






76 PINOCCHIO

The Fairy took the pillow away.
It is useless, I cannot drink it even now."
"What troubles you now? "
"That door is half open."
The Fairy went and closed the door.
"Really," cried Pinocchio, breaking forth into
tears, "I cannot drink that bitterwater! No, no, no!"
"My child, you will be sorry."
"I do not care."
"Your fever is bad."
"I do not care."
The fever will carry you in a few hours to
another world."
"I do not care."
"Have you no fear of death ?"
"No. I have no fear. I would rather die than
take that bad medicine."
Just at that moment the door of the room opened
and four Rabbits, black as ink, entered, carrying on
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PINOCCHIO 77

me ?" cried Pinocchio, straightening himself up in
his bed.
We have come to take you away," replied the
largest Rabbit.
"To take me away? But I am not dead "
"Not now, no; but you have only a few more
moments of life, having refused to drink the medi-
cine that would cure your fever."
"Oh, my Fairy! oh, my Fairy!" screamed the
marionette; "give me the glass quickly. Send
them away; for I do not wish to die." And he
took the glass in both hands and swallowed the
medicine at one gulp.
Oh, pshaw! "said the Rabbit; "we have made
this trip for nothing." And placing the coffin on
their shoulders again, the Rabbits went out of the
room grumbling and muttering between their teeth.
The fact was that a few moments later Pinocchio
jumped down from the bed well and strong; for
you must know that wooden marionettes have the
advantage of rarely being sick, and when they are
they get well quickly. The Fairy, seeing him run
through the room as lively and bright as a little
chicken just out of its shell, said to him, "Then my
medicine has cured you?"
"Yes, indeed! It has brought me back to this
world."






PINOCCHIO


"Then why was it that you begged me not to
make you drink it ?"
We boys are always that way. We have more
fear of the medicine than of the sickness."
Shame on you! Boys ought to know that a
good medicine taken in time may save them from
serious trouble and perhaps from death."
Oh! another time I will not behave so badly.
I will remember the black Rabbits with the coffin
on their shoulders and then I will take the medi-
cine quickly."
Now come here and tell me how it happened
that you fell into the hands of assassins."
"Well, it happened in this way. The manager
of the marionettes, Fire Eater, gave me five pieces
of gold and said to me, Take these to your poor
papa.' I met on the road a Fox and a Cat, two very
nice persons, who said to me: Do you wish those
pieces to become two thousand? Come with us
and we will take you to the Field of Miracles.' I
said, Let us go'; and they said, 'Let us stop at
the Red Lobster Inn, and after midnight we will
continue our journey.' When I awoke I found that
they had gone. I then began to walk alone in the
dark and I met two coal sacks with assassins inside
who said to me, 'Give us your money.' I said, I
have none'; I hid the gold pieces in my mouth.






PINOCCHIO 79

One of the assassins tried to force my mouth open
with a knife, but I seized his hand and bit it off
and spat it out, when, instead of a hand, I found
it was the paw of a Cat. The assassins ran after
me until they caught me. They hanged me to a
tree, saying, 'To-morrow we will come back, and
then you will be dead and your mouth will be
opened; and thus we shall be able to get the gold
that is hidden under your tongue.'"
And where have you put the four
pieces of gold now?"
asked the Fairy.
"I have lost them,"
replied Pinocchio. But he
told a story; for he had
them in his pocket.
Scarcely had he told
the story when. his nose,
which was already long,
grew two fingers longer.
"And where did you lose them ? "
"In the forest."
At this second story his nose grew
still longer.
"If you have lost them in the forest, we will
look for them and find them, because all that is
lost in my forest is always found again,"
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80 PINOCCHIO

"Oh, now I remember well," replied Pinocchio;
the four pieces of money were swallowed when I
took that medicine."
At this third story the nose grew so long that
poor Pinocchio could not turn himself round in
the room. If he turned to one side, it struck the
bed or the glass in the window; if he turned to
the other side, it struck the walls or the door of
the room; if he raised his head, he ran the risk
of putting out one of the Fairy's eyes.
And the Fairy looked and laughed.
"Why do you laugh?" asked the marionette,
quite confused and surprised because his nose had
grown so long.
"I laugh at the stories you have told."
"How do you know that I have told stories ?"
"Stories, my boy, are recognized immediately,
because there are two kinds : there are stories that
have short legs and stories that have long noses.
Yours are the kind that have a long nose."
Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself
for shame, tried to get out of the room, but he
did not succeed. His nose had grown so large
that he could not go through the door.















CHAPTER XVIII

What do you think ? The Fairy let
S the marionette cry and weep for a good
half hour because he could not go
through the door on account of the
1 length of his nose. She did this be-
cause she wished to teach him a lesson and correct
that ugly vice of telling stories. But when she saw
him so disfigured, his eyes nearly out of his head
with desperation, she was moved to pity and struck
her hands together. At that signal about a thou-
sand birds called Woodpeckers flew into the room
and, placing themselves on Pinocchio's nose, picked
at it so hard that in a few minutes it was reduced
to its usual size.
How good you are, my Fairy said the mario-
nette, drying his eyes, "and how I like you!"
"I like you too," replied the Fairy, "and if you
will remain with me, you shall be my little brother
and I will be your little sister."
"I will stay willingly but my poor papa "
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"I'have thought of everything; your father has
been told already and before night he will be here."
"Truly ?" cried Pinocchio, jumping with joy.
"Then, my Fairy, if you are willing, I should like
to go to meet him. I cannot wait to kiss that good
old man, who has suffered so much for me."
"Go, but do not lose your way. Take the road
to the forest and I am sure you will find him."
Pinocchio departed. As soon as he entered the
forest he began to run like a deer. But when he
arrived at a certain point, nearly in front of the
Grand Oak, he stopped because he thought he
heard some one. Indeed, he saw on the road -
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PINOCCHIO 83

is, the two companions with whom he supped at the
inn called the Red Lobster.
Here is our dear friend Pinocchio!" cried the
Fox, hugging and kissing him. How did you ever
get here?"
"How did you ever get here?" repeated the Cat.
"It is a long story," said the marionette, "and
I will tell you when I have time. You know the
night when you left me alone at the Inn I met some
assassins on the road."
"Assassins? Oh, my poor friend and what did
they want ?"
They wished to rob me of my money."
Infamous! said the Fox.
"Most infamous !" said the Cat.
"But I started to run," continued the mario-
nette, "and they ran after me until they caught
me and hanged me to a branch of that large oak."
And Pinocchio pointed to the Grand Oak that was
not far away.
"One could not imagine anything worse," said
the Fox. "In what a world are we condemned to
live! .Where shall we find a secure refuge, we
gentlemen of leisure?"
While they talked thus Pinocchio perceived that the
Cat limped and that he lacked a right forepaw; so
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84 PINOCCHIO

The Cat wished to reply but became confused.
Then the Fox said quickly: "My friend is too
modest, and that is why he does not respond. I
will reply for him. Know, then, that an hour ago
we met on the road an old Wolf, nearly fainting
with hunger, who asked for a little help. Not hav-
ing any money with us, not even the scale of a fish,
what do you think my friend did? He has the
heart of a Caesar. .He bit off his paw and threw
it to the poor beast, so that he might have some-
thing to eat." And the Fox in saying this dried
a tear.
Pinocchio, also- moved, approached the Cat and
whispered in his ear, "If all the cats were like you,
the mice would be happy."
"And now what are you doing in this place?"
asked the Fox.
"I am waiting for my papa, who may arrive at
any moment."
"And your money, where is that ?"
"I have it all, less the piece I spent at the inn
called the Red Lobster."
"And to think that instead of four pieces they
might become two thousand by to-morrow Why
did you not follow my advice? Why do you not
sow them in the Field of Miracles ? "
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PINOCCHIO 85

"Another time will be too late," said the Fox.
"Why ?"
Because that field has been bought by a rich
man, and after to-morrow no one will be permitted
to sow there any more."
How far is the Field of Miracles from here ?"
Hardly two miles. Will you come with us?
In half an hour we shall be there. You can sow the
money quickly, and after a few moments you can
return home with your pockets full. Will you come
with us ?"
Pinocchio hesitated a little because he thought
of the good Fairy, of old Geppetto, and of the ad-
vice of the Talking Cricket; but, after the fashion
of foolish, heartless boys, he finally yielded. With
a shake of his head he said to the Fox and the Cat,
"Come on, I will go with you." And they started.
After having walked half a day they arrived at
a city called Stupid-catchers. As soon as they
entered the city Pinocchio saw all the streets full
of sick dogs that gaped for food; clipped sheep
that shook from the cold; featherless chickens that
begged for alms; big butterflies that could not fly
any more because they had sold their beautiful
colors for a few pennies and -were ashamed to be
seen; and pheasants that limped, bewailing their
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86 PINOCCHIO

In the middle of the crowd of beggars and un-
fortunates they passed from time to time several
fine carriages filled with people, each of whom
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turned out to be a Fox or a thieving Magpie or a
Bird of Prey.
"Where is the Field of Miracles?" asked
Pinocchio.
"Only a few steps farther."
And so it proved. They walked through the
city and outside the walls they stopped in a field
which looked much like other fields. No one was
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PINOCCHIO 87

Here we are at last," said the Fox. "Now stoop
down and dig a hole and put the money inside."
Pinocchio. obeyed, dug a hole, put in the money,
and then covered it over with earth.
"Now then," said the Fox, "go to that well and
take a little water and sprinkle the ground where
you have sown."
Pinocchio went to the well. Because- he had
nothing in which to carry water, he took his shoe
and, filling it, came back and sprinkled the spot
where he had sown the money. Then he asked,
"Is there anything else?"
"Nothing else," replied the Fox. "Now we shall
go away. You may return here in about twenty
minutes and you will find a large vine with its
branches covered with money."
The poor marionette, nearly crazy with joy,
thanked the Fox and the Cat a thousand times and
promised them a beautiful present.
"We wish nothing," they replied. "To us it is
enough to have taught others the way to get rich
without doing anything; and we are as contented
as can be."
Thus saying, they bowed to Pinocchio and, wish-
ing him a good harvest, went away.














CHAPTER XIX
The marionette, returning to the city, began to
count the minutes one by one. When he thought
it was time to go back he took the road that led to
the Field of Miracles. And while he walked along
his heart beat in his bosom like a big hall clock -
tic-tac-tic-tac. Meanwhile he was thinking to him-
self : "And if, instead of two thousand, I should find
five thousand ? Oh, what a rich man I should be !
I would have a palace and a thousand wooden horses
and carriages to amuse me; I would have a cellar
filled With good things, a library filled with candy,
Dutch cake, almond cake, and cinnamon stick."
Thus imagining, he arrived at the field. He
stopped to look for the large vine with many
branches, but he saw nothing. He took a few
steps more. Nothing. He entered the field and
went right to the hole where he had planted his
money. Nothing. Then he became thoughtful
and, pulling his hand out of his pocket, began to
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PINOCCHIO 89

In the meantime he heard a whistling in his ears
like some one laughing. Looking up, he saw on a
tree a big Parrot who was preening his feathers.
Why do you laugh?" asked Pinocchio in an
angry voice.
"I laugh because in cleaning my feathers I
tickled myself under my wings."
The marionette did not reply. He went to the well
and, carrying some water, sprinkled again the place
where he had buried his money. When he did this
he heard a laugh more impertinent than the first one.
It sounded very loud in the solitude of the field.
"Well," said Pinocchio, wrathfully, "tell me, if
you can, ignorant Parrot, why you laugh now."
I laugh at those silly heads who believe every-
thing that is told them."
"Do you refer to me?"
Yes, I speak of you, poor Pinocchio. You are
foolish enough to think that money, if sowed prop-
erly, will grow like grain and plants. I thought so
once, and in consequence I have to-day very few
feathers. Now that it is too late to mend matters,
I have made up my mind that in order to get to-
gether a few pennies it is necessary to work with
your hands or invent something with your head."
"I do not understand," said the marionette, who
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90 PINOCCHIO

"I will explain better," said the Parrot. "'Know,
then, that while you were in the city the Fox and
the Cat returned here. They took the money and
then fled like the wind. And now they cannot be
caught."
Pinocchio remained with his mouth wide open.
Unwilling to believe the words of the Parrot, he
began with his hands and nails to dig out the dirt
where he had planted his money. And he dug
and dug and dug until he had made a hole large
enough for a haystack; but the money was not
there.
In desperation he returned to the town. There
he went before the tribunal and denounced the
highwaymen who had stolen his money.
The judge was a Monkey of the race of Gorilla.
He was old and looked respectable on account of
his white beard, and especially so on account of his
gold eyeglasses with no glass in them. These he
wore continually on account of a weakness of the
eyes, which had troubled him for many years.
Pinocchio told the judge everything; gave the
names and addresses of the highwaymen, and fin-
ished by asking for justice.
The judge listened with much dignity. He took
a lively interest in the story and seemed quite
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the judge stretched out his hand and rang the bell.
At that sound two large mastiff dogs entered,
dressed like soldiers. Then the judge, pointing to
Pinocchio, said to them: "This poor idiot has had
his money stolen. Take him and put him in prison."
The marionette, hearing this sentence, began to
protest; but the mastiffs, not wishing to waste
time, covered his mouth'and led him to a cell.
And there he remained four months and would
have been there much longer if something fortunate
had not happened. You must know, little readers,
that the young emperor of the city called Stupid-
catchers had just, won a brilliant victory over his
enemies. So he ordered a grand festival, fireworks
and all, sorts of parades, and to further celebrate
his victory he opened all the prisons and liberated
the convicts.
"If the other prisoners go out, I must go out
too," said Pinocchio to the guard.
"You?" replied the guard; "no, because you
are not a convict."
"Excuse me," replied Pinocchio, "I am as bad
as any of them."
"In that case you are right," said the guard;
and raising his hat respectfully and saluting him,
he opened the door of his cell and allowed him to
escape.




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