. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ant me to tell you? replied Pinocchio,who was beginning to lose patience. Amongstall the trades in the world there is only one thatreally 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 with the same composure, all those who follow that tradeend 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 pi
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ant me to tell you? replied Pinocchio,who was beginning to lose patience. Amongstall the trades in the world there is only one thatreally 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 with the same composure, all those who follow that tradeend 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 ? u Because you are a puppet and, what is worse,because you have a wooden head. At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in arage, and snatching a wooden hammer from thebench he threw it at the Talking-cricket. Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but un-fortunately it struck him exactly on the head, sothat the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to crycri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up andflattened against the Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to makehimself an omelet; but just at the most interestingmoment the omelet flies out of the window. NIGHT was coming on, and Pinocchio, rememberingthat he had eaten nothing all day, began to feela gnawing in his stomach that very much resembledappetite. But appetite with boys travels quickly, and infact after a few minutes his appetite had becomehunger, and in no time his hunger became ravenous—a hunger that was really quite insupportable. Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fire-place wherea saucepan was boiling, and was going to take offthe lid to see what was in it, but the saucepan wasonly painted on the wall. You can imagine hisfeelings. His nose, which was already long, becamelonger by at least three fingers. He then began to run about the room, searchingin the drawers and in every imaginable place, in SI 22 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO hopes of finding a bit of bread. If it was only abit of dry bread, a
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