The Adventures of Pinocchio

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1. How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter, found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a child

2. “Well then, Mastro Geppetto,” said the carpenter, to show he bore him no ill will, “what is it you want?” “I want a piece of wood to make a Marionette. Will you give it to me?” Mastro Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately to his bench to get the piece of wood which had frightened him so much.

3. Then Geppetto took the fine piece of wood, thanked Mastro Antonio, and limped away toward home.

4. As soon as he reached home, Geppetto took his tools and began to cut and shape the wood into a Marionette. “What shall I call him?” he said to himself. “I think I’ll call him PINOCCHIO. This name will make his fortune. I knew a whole family of Pinocchi once—Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi the children—and they were all lucky. The richest of them begged for his living.”

5. Geppetto made the nose, which began to stretch as soon as finished. It stretched and stretched and stretched till it became so long, it seemed endless.

6. Pinocchio turned and saw a large cricket crawling slowly up the wall. “Tell me, Cricket, who are you?” “I am the Talking Cricket and I have been living in this room for more than one hundred years.”

7. “Poor Pinocchio, I am sorry for you.” “Why?” “Because you are a Marionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head.” At these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a fury, took a hammer from the bench, and threw it with all his strength at the Talking Cricket. Perhaps he did not think he would strike it. But, sad to relate, my dear children, he did hit the Cricket, straight on its head. With a last weak “cri-cri-cri” the poor Cricket fell from the wall, dead!

8. Pinocchio snored away happily as if his feet were not his own. At dawn he opened his eyes just as a loud knocking sounded at the door. “Who is it?” he called, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “It is I,” answered a voice. It was the voice of Geppetto.

9. At first he made a wry face, but, one after another, the skins and the cores disappeared. “Ah! Now I feel fine!” he said after eating the last one. “You see,” observed Geppetto, “that I was right when I told you that one must not be too fussy and too dainty about food. My dear, we never know what life may have in store for us!”

10. Then and there, the book changed hands. And to think that poor old Geppetto sat at home in his shirt sleeves, shivering with cold, having sold his coat to buy that little book for his son!

11. He called Harlequin and Pulcinella and said to them: “Bring that Marionette to me! He looks as if he were made of well-seasoned wood. He’ll make a fine fire for this spit.” Harlequin and Pulcinella hesitated a bit. Then, frightened by a look from their master, they left the kitchen to obey him. A few minutes later they returned, carrying poor Pinocchio, who was wriggling and squirming like an eel and crying pitifully: “Father, save me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

12. At the news that pardon had been given, the Marionettes ran to the stage and, turning on all the lights, they danced and sang till dawn.

13. He had gone barely half a mile when he met a lame Fox and a blind Cat, walking together like two good friends. The lame Fox leaned on the Cat, and the blind Cat let the Fox lead him along. “Good morning, Pinocchio,” said the Fox, greeting him courteously. “How do you know my name?” asked the Marionette. “I know your father well.”

14. “First of all,” answered the Marionette, “I want to buy a fine new coat for my father, a coat of gold and silver with diamond buttons; after that, I’ll buy an A-B-C book for myself.” “For yourself?” “For myself. I want to go to school and study hard.” “Look at me,” said the Fox. “For the silly reason of wanting to study, I have lost a paw.” “Look at me,” said the Cat. “For the same foolish reason, I have lost the sight of both eyes.” At that moment, a Blackbird, perched on the fence along the road, called out sharp and clear: “Pinocchio, do not listen to bad advice. If you do, you’ll be sorry!”

15. “But how can they possibly become so many?” asked Pinocchio wonderingly. “I’ll explain,” said the Fox. “You must know that, just outside the City of Simple Simons, there is a blessed field called the Field of Wonders. In this field you dig a hole and in the hole you bury a gold piece. After covering up the hole with earth you water it well, sprinkle a bit of salt on it, and go to bed. During the night, the gold piece sprouts, grows, blossoms, and next morning you find a beautiful tree, that is loaded with gold pieces.”

16. “What good people,” thought Pinocchio to himself. And forgetting his father, the new coat, the A-B-C book, and all his good resolutions, he said to the Fox and to the Cat: “Let us go. I am with you.”

17. “I am the ghost of the Talking Cricket,” answered the little being in a faint voice that sounded as if it came from a far-away world. “What do you want?” asked the Marionette. “I want to give you a few words of good advice. Return home and give the four gold pieces you have left to your poor old father who is weeping because he has not seen you for many a day.” “Tomorrow my father will be a rich man, for these four gold pieces will become two thousand.” “Don’t listen to those who promise you wealth overnight, my boy. As a rule they are either fools or swindlers! Listen to me and go home.” “But I want to go on!”

18. Death was creeping nearer and nearer, and the Marionette still hoped for some good soul to come to his rescue, but no one appeared. As he was about to die, he thought of his poor old father, and hardly conscious of what he was saying, murmured to himself: “Oh, Father, dear Father! If you were only here!” These were his last words. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched out his legs, and hung there, as if he were dead.

19. Luckily for him, the Lovely Maiden with Azure Hair once again looked out of her window. Filled with pity at the sight of the poor little fellow being knocked helplessly about by the wind, she clapped her hands sharply together three times. At the signal, a loud whirr of wings in quick flight was heard and a large Falcon came and settled itself on the window ledge. “What do you command, my charming Fairy?” asked the Falcon, bending his beak in deep reverence (for it must be known that, after all, the Lovely Maiden with Azure Hair was none other than a very kind Fairy who had lived, for more than a thousand years, in the vicinity of the forest).

20. “Come, Medoro,” said the Fairy to him. “Get my best coach ready and set out toward the forest. On reaching the oak tree, you will find a poor, half-dead Marionette stretched out on the grass. Lift him up tenderly, place him on the silken cushions of the coach, and bring him here to me.” The Poodle, to show that he understood, wagged his silk-covered tail two or three times and set off at a quick pace.

21. Pinocchio hid his face under the sheets. “That Marionette is a disobedient son who is breaking his father’s heart!” Long shuddering sobs were heard, cries, and deep sighs. Think how surprised everyone was when, on raising the sheets, they discovered Pinocchio half melted in tears!

22. “In a few hours the fever will take you far away to another world.” “I don’t care.” “Aren’t you afraid of death?” “Not a bit. I’d rather die than drink that awful medicine.” At that moment, the door of the room flew open and in came four Rabbits as black as ink, carrying a small black coffin on their shoulders. “What do you want from me?” asked Pinocchio. “We have come for you,” said the largest Rabbit. “For me? But I’m not dead yet!” “No, not dead yet; but you will be in a few moments since you have refused to take the medicine which would have made you well.”

23. “Where are the gold pieces now?” the Fairy asked. “I lost them,” answered Pinocchio, but he told a lie, for he had them in his pocket. As he spoke, his nose, long though it was, became at least two inches longer.

24. The Fairy sat looking at him and laughing. “Why do you laugh?” the Marionette asked her, worried now at the sight of his growing nose. “I am laughing at your lies.” “How do you know I am lying?” “Lies, my boy, are known in a moment. There are two kinds of lies, lies with short legs and lies with long noses. Yours, just now, happen to have long noses.” Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide his shame, tried to escape from the room, but his nose had become so long that he could not get it out of the door.

25. The Marionette obeyed. He dug the hole, put the four gold pieces into it, and covered them up very carefully. “Now,” said the Fox, “go to that near-by brook, bring back a pail full of water, and sprinkle it over the spot.” Pinocchio followed the directions closely, but, as he had no pail, he pulled off his shoe, filled it with water, and sprinkled the earth which covered the gold. Then he asked: “Anything else?” “Nothing else,” answered the Fox. “Now we can go. Return here within twenty minutes and you will find the vine grown and the branches filled with gold pieces.”

26. “If the others go, I go, too,” said Pinocchio to the Jailer. “Not you,” answered the Jailer. “You are one of those—” “I beg your pardon,” interrupted Pinocchio, “I, too, am a thief.” “In that case you also are free,” said the Jailer. Taking off his cap, he bowed low and opened the door of the prison, and Pinocchio ran out and away, with never a look backward.

27. When he reached it, he looked into the valley far below him and there he saw the wood where unluckily he had met the Fox and the Cat, and the tall oak tree where he had been hanged; but though he searched far and near, he could not see the house where the Fairy with the Azure Hair lived. He became terribly frightened and, running as fast as he could, he finally came to the spot where it had once stood. The little house was no longer there. In its place lay a small marble slab, which bore this sad inscription:      HERE LIES      THE LOVELY FAIRY WITH AZURE HAIR      WHO DIED OF GRIEF      WHEN ABANDONED BY      HER LITTLE BROTHER PINOCCHIO The poor Marionette was heartbroken at reading these words

28. Pinocchio looked closely for a few minutes and then gave a sharp cry: “It’s my father! It’s my father!” Meanwhile, the little boat, tossed about by the angry waters, appeared and disappeared in the waves. And Pinocchio, standing on a high rock, tired out with searching, waved to him with hand and cap and even with his nose. It looked as if Geppetto, though far away from the shore, recognized his son, for he took off his cap and waved also. He seemed to be trying to make everyone understand that he would come back if he were able, but the sea was so heavy that he could do nothing with his oars. Suddenly a huge wave came and the boat disappeared.

29. Just then a desperate cry was heard. Turning around, the fisher folk saw Pinocchio dive into the sea and heard him cry out: “I’ll save him! I’ll save my father!” The Marionette, being made of wood, floated easily along and swam like a fish in the rough water. Now and again he disappeared only to reappear once more. In a twinkling, he was far away from land. At last he was completely lost to view.

30. After walking a half hour, he came to a small country called the Land of the Busy Bees. The streets were filled with people running to and fro about their tasks. Everyone worked, everyone had something to do. Even if one were to search with a lantern, not one idle man or one tramp could have been found. “I understand,” said Pinocchio at once wearily, “this is no place for me! I was not born for work.” But in the meantime, he began to feel hungry, for it was twenty-four hours since he had eaten.

31. “Why all this surprise?” asked the good woman, laughing. “Because—” answered Pinocchio, stammering and stuttering, “because—you look like—you remind me of—yes, yes, the same voice, the same eyes, the same hair—yes, yes, yes, you also have the same azure hair she had—Oh, my little Fairy, my little Fairy! Tell me that it is you! Don’t make me cry any longer! If you only knew! I have cried so much, I have suffered so!” And Pinocchio threw himself on the floor and clasped the knees of the mysterious little woman.

32. “Oh, I’m tired of always being a Marionette!” cried Pinocchio disgustedly. “It’s about time for me to grow into a man as everyone else does.” “And you will if you deserve it—” “Really? What can I do to deserve it?” “It’s a very simple matter. Try to act like a well-behaved child.”

33. “Cuck—oo!” “Very well, then! Take that, and keep it for your supper,” called out the boldest of his tormentors. And with the words, he gave Pinocchio a terrible blow on the head. Pinocchio answered with another blow, and that was the signal for the beginning of the fray. In a few moments, the fight raged hot and heavy on both sides. Pinocchio, although alone, defended himself bravely. With those two wooden feet of his, he worked so fast that his opponents kept at a respectful distance. Wherever they landed, they left their painful mark and the boys could only run away and howl.

34. The Marionette went, picked up his cap—but instead of putting it on his head, he stuck it between his teeth and then raced toward the sea. He went like a bullet out of a gun. The Carabineers, judging that it would be very difficult to catch him, sent a large Mastiff after him, one that had won first prize in all the dog races. Pinocchio ran fast and the Dog ran faster. At so much noise, the people hung out of the windows or gathered in the street, anxious to see the end of the contest. But they were disappointed, for the Dog and Pinocchio raised so much dust on the road that, after a few moments, it was impossible to see them.

35. And at that moment, a pitiful little voice was heard saying: “Save me, Alidoro; if you don’t, I fry!” The Dog immediately recognized Pinocchio’s voice. Great was his surprise to find that the voice came from the little flour-covered bundle that the Fisherman held in his hand. Then what did he do? With one great leap, he grasped that bundle in his mouth and, holding it lightly between his teeth, ran through the door and disappeared like a flash!

36. As he was telling all these enormous lies about himself, Pinocchio touched his nose and found it twice as long as it should be. Scared out of his wits, he cried out: “Don’t listen to me, good man! All the wonderful things I have said are not true at all. I know Pinocchio well and he is indeed a very wicked fellow, lazy and disobedient, who instead of going to school, runs away with his playmates to have a good time.” At this speech, his nose returned to its natural size.

37. When he regained his senses, he found himself stretched out on a sofa and the Fairy was seated near him. “This time also I forgive you,” said the Fairy to him. “But be careful not to get into mischief again.” Pinocchio promised to study and to behave himself. And he kept his word for the remainder of the year. At the end of it, he passed first in all his examinations, and his report was so good that the Fairy said to him happily: “Tomorrow your wish will come true.” “And what is it?” “Tomorrow you will cease to be a Marionette and will become a real boy.”

38. Now it must be known that, among all his friends, Pinocchio had one whom he loved most of all. The boy’s real name was Romeo, but everyone called him Lamp-Wick, for he was long and thin and had a woebegone look about him. Lamp-Wick was the laziest boy in the school and the biggest mischief-maker, but Pinocchio loved him dearly.

39. Toward dawn the next morning they finally reached that much-longed-for country, the Land of Toys. This great land was entirely different from any other place in the world. Its population, large though it was, was composed wholly of boys.

40. The Dormouse took Pinocchio’s wrist between her paws and, after a few minutes, looked up at him sorrowfully and said: “My friend, I am sorry, but I must give you some very sad news.” “What is it?” “You have a very bad fever.” “But what fever is it?” “The donkey fever.” “I don’t know anything about that fever,” answered the Marionette, beginning to understand even too well what was happening to him. “Then I will tell you all about it,” said the Dormouse. “Know then that, within two or three hours, you will no longer be a Marionette, nor a boy.” “What shall I be?” “Within two or three hours you will become a real donkey, just like the ones that pull the fruit carts to market.”

41. A shower of applause greeted the Donkey as he arose to his feet. Cries and shouts and handclappings were heard on all sides. At all that noise, Pinocchio lifted his head and raised his eyes. There, in front of him, in a box sat a beautiful woman. Around her neck she wore a long gold chain, from which hung a large medallion. On the medallion was painted the picture of a Marionette.

42. As soon as the buyer had paid the four cents, the Donkey changed hands. His new owner took him to a high cliff overlooking the sea, put a stone around his neck, tied a rope to one of his hind feet, gave him a push, and threw him into the water. Pinocchio sank immediately. And his new master sat on the cliff waiting for him to drown, so as to skin him and make himself a drumhead.

43. After swimming for a long time, Pinocchio saw a large rock in the middle of the sea, a rock as white as marble. High on the rock stood a little Goat bleating and calling and beckoning to the Marionette to come to her. There was something very strange about that little Goat. Her coat was not white or black or brown as that of any other goat, but azure, a deep brilliant color that reminded one of the hair of the lovely maiden.

44. That sea monster was no other than the enormous Shark, which has often been mentioned in this story and which, on account of its cruelty, had been nicknamed “The Attila of the Sea” by both fish and fishermen. Poor Pinocchio! The sight of that monster frightened him almost to death! He tried to swim away from him, to change his path, to escape, but that immense mouth kept coming nearer and nearer.

45. While talking in the darkness, Pinocchio thought he saw a faint light in the distance. “What can that be?” he said to the Tunny. “Some other poor fish, waiting as patiently as we to be digested by the Shark.” “I want to see him. He may be an old fish and may know some way of escape.” “I wish you all good luck, dear Marionette.” “Good-by, Tunny.” “Good-by, Marionette, and good luck.” “When shall I see you again?” “Who knows? It is better not to think about it.”

46. At last, with a great effort, he was able to let out a scream of joy and, opening wide his arms he threw them around the old man’s neck. “Oh, Father, dear Father! Have I found you at last? Now I shall never, never leave you again!” “Are my eyes really telling me the truth?” answered the old man, rubbing his eyes. “Are you really my own dear Pinocchio?” “Yes, yes, yes! It is I! Look at me! And you have forgiven me, haven’t you? Oh, my dear Father, how good you are!

47. “Then, my dear Father,” said Pinocchio, “there is no time to lose. We must try to escape.” “Escape! How?” “We can run out of the Shark’s mouth and dive into the sea.” “You speak well, but I cannot swim, my dear Pinocchio.” “Why should that matter? You can climb on my shoulders and I, who am a fine swimmer, will carry you safely to the shore.”

48. As soon as Geppetto was comfortably seated on his shoulders, Pinocchio, very sure of what he was doing, dived into the water and started to swim. The sea was like oil, the moon shone in all splendor, and the Shark continued to sleep so soundly that not even a cannon shot would have awakened him.

49. Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. As soon as they went in, they looked here and there and everywhere but saw no one. “Oh—ho, where is the owner of the hut?” cried Pinocchio, very much surprised. “Here I am, up here!” Father and son looked up to the ceiling, and there on a beam sat the Talking Cricket.

50. After that he went to bed and fell asleep. As he slept, he dreamed of his Fairy, beautiful, smiling, and happy, who kissed him and said to him, “Bravo, Pinocchio! In reward for your kind heart, I forgive you for all your old mischief. Boys who love and take good care of their parents when they are old and sick, deserve praise even though they may not be held up as models of obedience and good behavior. Keep on doing so well, and you will be happy.” At that very moment, Pinocchio awoke and opened wide his eyes. What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking himself over, he saw that he was no longer a Marionette, but that he had become a real live boy!

51. As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a little leather purse on which were written the following words:      The Fairy with Azure Hair returns      fifty pennies to her dear Pinocchio      with many thanks for his kind heart. The Marionette opened the purse to find the money, and behold—there were fifty gold coins!

52. After a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself with great content: “How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!”