Pinocchio

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Title:
Pinocchio the tale of a puppet
Running title:
Adventures of Pinocchio
Physical Description:
205 p., <8> leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 22 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890
Carsey, Alice ( Illustrator )
Whitman Publishing Company ( Publisher )
Publisher:
Whitman Pub. Co.
Place of Publication:
Racine Wis
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Puppets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1916   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1916   ( rbgenr )
Dust jackets (Binding) -- 1916   ( rbbin )
Bldn -- 1916
Genre:
Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
Dust jackets (Binding)   ( rbbin )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Wisconsin -- Racine

Notes

Summary:
The adventures of a talking wooden marionette whose nose grew whenever he told a lie.
Statement of Responsibility:
by C. Collodi ; illustrated by Alice Carsey.
General Note:
Copy 1 has color illustration mounted to blue cloth binding; copy 2 has the same illustrations in black and white.
General Note:
Baldwin Library copy 2 is later issue with variant cover and dust jacket.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 002254528
oclc - 09192576
notis - ALK7043
System ID:
UF00076009:00001


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CONTENTS

Chap. Pd
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 PINOC-
CHIO . . . . . 16
IV THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PIN-
OCCHIO . . . . 23
V THE FLYING EGG . . . .. 26
VI PINOCCHIO's FEET BURN TO CINDERS 29
VII GEPPETTO GIVES HIS OWN BREAKFAST TO
PINCCHIO . . . . 31
VIII GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET 35
IX PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE A PUPPET-SHOW 39
X THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTH-
ER 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








CONTENTS
Chap. Page
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 GEN-
DARMES .......... 126
XXVIII PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE
AFISH ........ .. 133
XXIX HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE 180
XXX THE "LAND OF BOOBIE" . . . 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 PUP-
PET AND BECOMES A BOY . 194














COLOR ILLUSTRATIONS


"How MUCH DOES IT COST TO Go IN?" (Frontispiece)
Page
A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT, VERY GAY AND
POLITE ... .. ...... 17
SPLASH SPLASH THEY FELL INTO THE VERY
MIDDLE OF THE DITCH . .... 52
FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED CARRY-
ING A LITTLE BIER . . . . 69
AN IMMENSE SERPENT STRETCHED ACROSS THE
ROAD . . . . . . .. 104
"OH, I AM SICK OF BEING A PUPPET" CRIED
PINOCCHIO ............ 121
IN LESS THAN AN HOUR ALL HIS FRIENDS WERE
INVITED . . . . . ... 172
THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTA-
BLE TO GET ON THE TUNNY'S BACK .. 189












LINE ILLUSTRATIONS

Page
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
PINNOCHIO THREW HIS HAMMER AT THE TALK-
ING-CRICKET . .. . . . . 23
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
DINNER AT THE RED CRAW-FISH INN . . 57
PINOCCHIO ESCAPES FROM HIS ASSASSINS . 61
THEY HUNG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK TREE 65
THE FALCON SAVES PINOCCHIO . . .. 71
PINOCCHIO REFUSES TO TAKE HIS MEDICINE .75
TREACHEROUS COMPANIONS . . . .. 81
THE JUDGE WAS A BIG APE OF THE GORILLA
TYPE . . . . . . 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







LINE ILLUSTRATIONS
Page
PINOCCHIO BRAVES THE SEA TO SAVE HIS FATHER 109
"SCHOOL GIVES ME PAIN ALL OVER THE BODY,"
CONFESSED PINOCCHIO . . . . 116
PINOCCHIO STARTS OFF HAPPILY FOR SCHOOL 120
THE BOYS THREW THEIR BOOKS AT POOR
PINOCCHIO ........... .126
THE FISHERMAN PUT HIS ENORMOUS HAND INTO
THE NET ......... .. 138
THE DOG SEIZES PINOCCHIO IN HIS MOUTH 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
THE PUPPET WAS WRIGGLING LIKE AN EEL 178
SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH . . .. 186
THE BLIND CAT AND THE TAILLESS FOX . 194




















PPINOCCHIO.


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. Every-
body, 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







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to give the first stroke he heard a very small voice say
imploringly, "Do not strike me so hardly"
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-no-
body; 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 l" 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 com-
menced beating it without mercy against the walls of the room.







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Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little
voice lamenting. He waited two minutes-nothing; five min-
utes-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.







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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 neighbor-
hood 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."








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"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, Puddingl" 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!"
"NoI"
"Yes!"
And, becoming more and more angry, from words they
came to blows, and, flying at each other, they bit and fought,
and scratched.








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When the fight was over Master Antonio was in pos-
session 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
.ny legs with it!"
"I did not hit you with it!"
"Liar!"
"Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you Pudding!"







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"Knave!"
"PuddingI"
"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, thank-
ing Master Antonio, returned limping to his house.

























CHAPTER III

GEPPETTO NAMES HIS PUPPET PINOCCHIO

EPPETTO lived in a small ground-floor room that was
U1 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 send-
ing 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.
"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
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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 imper-
tinent 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.







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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.
"Pinocchiol 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 over-
take him, for that rascal Pinocchio leaped in front of him
like a hare and knocking his wooden feet together against the







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pavement made as much clatter as twenty pairs of peas.
ants' 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 pur-
pose 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. Wish-
ing 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 mode]
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.







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"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"
























CHAPTER IV

THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PINOCCHIO

W HILE 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 I"
"Who calls me?" said Pinocchio in a fright.
"It is II"







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Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawling
slowly uji 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 croakerl"
shouted Pinocchio.
But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical, in-
stead of becoming angry at this impertinence, continued in
the same tone:






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"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 fol-
low 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 iage 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-cril" and then he remained
dried up and flattened against the wall.






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CHAPTER V

THE FLYING EGG

IGHT was coming on and Pinocchio, remembering that
he had eaten nothing all day, began to feel a gnawing
m 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 sauce-
pan 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






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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





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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 despera-
tion, 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 isl"
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 find-
ing some charitable person who would give him a piece of bread.
























CHAPTER VI


PINOCCHIOJS FEET BURN TO CINDERS

IT was a wild and stormy night. The thunder was tre-
mendous 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:






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"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 re-
spectable 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, soak-
ing 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 Il" 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 amus-
ing 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!"







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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 ks
cry and to roar so loudly that he was heard five miles off.








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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 I"
"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 Gep-
petto, without losing his temper.
And so the three cores, instead of being thrown out of






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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 satis-
faction 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!"



























CHAPTER VIII

GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET

N O 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."


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"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."







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"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, be-
came 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.







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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 to-
morrow 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----"







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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, shrug-
ging 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 writ-
ing 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?"







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"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 con-
versation.
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 spell-
ing-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 quar-
relling 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 PinocchioI 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








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him on the head of the leader of the orchestra, and he then
sprang upon the stage.
The embraces, the friendly pinches, and the demonstra-
tions of warm brotherly affection that Pinocchio received from
the excited crowd of actors and actresses of the puppet dra-
matic 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 tri-
u:ph 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
-istantly.
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 hob-
goblin suffering from a severe cold in the head.
"Believe me, honored sir, it was not my fault!"







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"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 turn-
ing 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: "Papal papal save mel I will not die, I will
not die!"

























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, how-
ever, 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."







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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- Etchool
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 burn-
ing coals! Poor old man! I pity him! Etchoo! etchoo!
etchool" 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 cir-
cumstances you would have been of great use to me! How-
ever, I have had pity on you, so I must have patience. Instead
of you I will burn under the spit one of the puppets belong-
ing to my company. Ho there, gendarmesl"
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:
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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-Eater1"
"Here there are no sirs," the showman answered severely.
"Have pity, Sir Knightl"
"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 throw-
ing 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
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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 affection-
ately 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 Harelquin in
a faint voice that was scarcely audible.
S"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.
























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."






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"Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here are five
gold pieces. Go at once and take them to him with my com-
pliments."
Pinocchio was overjoyed and thanked the showman a thou-
sand 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 papal But that is over; for the future he shall
shiver no morel"
"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.
"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."



































SPLASH! SPLASH! THEY FELL INTO THE VERY
MIDDLE OF THE DITCH


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And he pulled out the money that Fire-Eater had given him.
At the jingling of the money the Fox, with an involun-
tary 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 pas-
sion 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 Blackbirdl" said Pinocchio to the Cat, "why did
you treat him so badly?"







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"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 sov-
ereigns, a hundred, a thousand, two thousand?"
"I should think sol 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 yester-
day when I did not come back! I have indeed been a bad
son, and the Talking-Cricket was right when he said: 'Dis-
obedient 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.







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"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 aston-
ishment.
"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, "sup-
posing 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.
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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."
























CHAPTER XIII

THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH

TWHEY 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






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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 con-
tent 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
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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.






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"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.























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 mel I am
even to meet with assassins! That is, however, of little conse-
quence, 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: 'Gen-
'lemen assassins, what do you want with me? Remember that
with me there is no joking. Therefore go about your business
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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 tall-
est of the brigands.







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"Dead!" repeated the other.
"And after we have killed you, we will also kill your
fatherI"
"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 astonish-
ment 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 assail-
ants, 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.
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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. Pinoc-
chio, 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.

























CHAPTER XV


THE ASSASSINS HANG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK

A T this sight the puppet's courage failed him and he was
on the point of throwing himself on the ground and giv-
ing 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 recommended run-
ning 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.







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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.







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"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, clashl-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 ast
struggle. But at the end of three hours the puppet's eyes
were still open, his mouth closed, and he was kicking nore
than ever.
Losing patience, they turned to Pinocchio and said in a
bantering tone:
"Good-bye till tomorrow. Let us hope that when we rniurn
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
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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 be remembered his
poor father, and, thinking he was dying, he stammered out:
"Oh, papal papa! if only you were here!"
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.










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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, in-
clining his beak in sign of reverence.
"Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch of the
Big Oak?"






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"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?"







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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 feath-
ers and it was lined on the inside with whipped cream, custard
and vanilla wafers. The little carriage was drawn by a hun-
dred 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 car-
riage 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!"







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"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."








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CHAPTER XVII

PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE

TS soon as the three doctors had left the room the Fairy
JLapproached 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."
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"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 thou-
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"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."







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"Oh, Fairy, Fairyl" 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 per-
haps even from death."
"Oh! but another time I shall not require so much per-
suasion. 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 gol"
"Now, come here to me and tell me how it came about
that you fell into the hands of those assassins."
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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."
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"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."
"Ahl 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 prodig-
iously.
"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.
























CHAPTER XVIII

PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT

T3HE 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 hei hands together and at that signal a thou-
sand 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
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"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."
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"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. There-
fore 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 Caesar, 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 vas also touched and, approaching the Cat, he
whispered into her ear:
"If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would
be!"
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"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.
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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 bril-
liant 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 con-
taining 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:







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"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 beau-
tiful 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.

























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 beau-
tiful palace, a thousand little wooden horses and a thousand
stables to amuse myself with, a cellar full of currant wine and
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sweet syrups, and a library quite full of candies, tarts, plum-
cakes, macaroons, andt 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 im-
pertinent than the first, rang out in the silence of that soli-
tary 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."
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"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 clever-
ness 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







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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 pretrified on hearing this unexpected sen-
tence 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

Y OU 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 grey-
hound, 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 havel
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
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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 Ser-
pent 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







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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 poul-
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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?"






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"I came into the field to pick two bunches of these Mus-
catel grapes, and- "
"But were the grapes yours?"
"No."
"Then who taught you to carry off other people's prop-
erty?"
"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, sob-
bing. "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.
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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 tight-
ened 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.
























CHAPTER XXII

PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS

H E 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. Put-
ting the poinj of his nose out of the kennel, he saw four little
beasts with dark fur, that looked like cats, standing consult-
ing 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?"
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"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 beastie He was so good. But, judg-
ing 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?"







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"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 neighbor-
ing 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
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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 re-
membered 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.