Geppetto returns home and gives
his own breakfast to the Marionette
The poor Marionette, who was still half asleep, had not
yet found out that his two feet were burned and gone. As
soon as he heard his Father's voice, he jumped up from his
seat to open the door, but, as he did so, he staggered and
fell headlong to the floor.
In falling, he made as much noise as a sack of wood
falling from the fifth story of a house.
"Open the door for me!" Geppetto shouted from the street.
"Father, dear Father, I can't," answered the Marionette
in despair, crying and rolling on the floor.
"Why can't you?"
"Because someone has eaten my feet."
"And who has eaten them?"
"The cat," answered Pinocchio, seeing that little animal
busily playing with some shavings in the corner of the room.
"Open! I say," repeated Geppetto, "or I'll give you a
sound whipping when I get in."
"Father, believe me, I can't stand up. Oh, dear!
Oh, dear! I shall have to walk on my knees all my life."
Geppetto, thinking that all these tears and cries were
only other pranks of the Marionette, climbed up the side
of the house and went in through the window.
At first he was very angry, but on seeing Pinocchio
stretched out on the floor and really without feet, he felt
very sad and sorrowful. Picking him up from the floor, he
fondled and caressed him, talking to him while the tears
ran down his cheeks:
"My little Pinocchio, my dear little Pinocchio!
How did you burn your feet?"
"I don't know, Father, but believe me, the night has
been a terrible one and I shall remember it as long as I live.
The thunder was so noisy and the lightning so bright--
and I was hungry. And then the Talking Cricket said to
me, `You deserve it; you were bad;' and I said to him,
`Careful, Cricket;' and he said to me, `You are a Marionette
and you have a wooden head;' and I threw the hammer at
him and killed him. It was his own fault, for I didn't want
to kill him. And I put the pan on the coals, but the Chick
flew away and said, `I'll see you again! Remember me to
the family.' And my hunger grew, and I went out, and the
old man with a nightcap looked out of the window and
threw water on me, and I came home and put my feet on
the stove to dry them because I was still hungry, and I fell
asleep and now my feet are gone but my hunger isn't!
Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" And poor Pinocchio began to scream
and cry so loudly that he could be heard for miles around.
Geppetto, who had understood nothing of all that
jumbled talk, except that the Marionette was hungry, felt sorry
for him, and pulling three pears out of his pocket, offered
them to him, saying:
"These three pears were for my breakfast, but I give
them to you gladly. Eat them and stop weeping."
"If you want me to eat them, please peel them for me."
"Peel them?" asked Geppetto, very much surprised. "I
should never have thought, dear boy of mine, that you
were so dainty and fussy about your food. Bad, very bad!
In this world, even as children, we must accustom ourselves
to eat of everything, for we never know what life may
hold in store for us!"
"You may be right," answered Pinocchio, "but I will not
eat the pears if they are not peeled. I don't like them."
And good old Geppetto took out a knife, peeled the
three pears, and put the skins in a row on the table.
Pinocchio ate one pear in a twinkling and started to
throw the core away, but Geppetto held his arm.
"Oh, no, don't throw it away! Everything in this world
may be of some use!"
"But the core I will not eat!" cried Pinocchio in an angry tone.
"Who knows?" repeated Geppetto calmly.
And later the three cores were placed on the table next
to the skins.
Pinocchio had eaten the three pears, or rather devoured them.
Then he yawned deeply, and wailed:
"I'm still hungry."
"But I have no more to give you."
"I have only these three cores and these skins."
"Very well, then," said Pinocchio, "if there is nothing
else I'll eat them."
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!"
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