The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
If the poor Marionette had dangled
there much longer,
all hope would have been lost. 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
"What do you command, my charming Fairy?" asked
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
"Do you see that Marionette
hanging from the limb
of that giant oak tree?"
"I see him."
"Very well. Fly immediately
to him. With your
strong beak, break the knot which holds him tied,
take him down, and lay him softly on the grass
at the foot of the oak."
The Falcon flew away and after two minutes returned,
saying, "I have done what you have commanded."
"How did you find him? Alive
"At first glance, I thought
he was dead. But I found
I was wrong, for as soon as I loosened the knot around
his neck, he gave a long sigh and mumbled with a faint
voice, `Now I feel better!'"
The Fairy clapped her hands twice. A magnificent
Poodle appeared, walking on his hind legs just like a
man. He was dressed in court livery. A tricorn trimmed
with gold lace was set at a rakish angle over a wig of
curls that dropped down to his waist. He wore a jaunty
coat of chocolate-colored velvet, with diamond buttons,
and with two huge pockets which were always filled with
bones, dropped there at dinner by his loving mistress.
Breeches of crimson velvet, silk stockings, and low,
silver-buckled slippers completed his costume. His tail
was encased in a blue silk covering, which was to protect
it from the rain.
"Come, Medoro," said the Fairy to him. "Get
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
two or three times and set off at a quick pace.
In a few minutes, a lovely little coach, made of glass,
with lining as soft as whipped cream and chocolate pudding,
and stuffed with canary feathers, pulled out of the
stable. It was drawn by one hundred pairs of white mice,
and the Poodle sat on the coachman's seat and snapped
his whip gayly in the air, as if he were a real coachman
in a hurry to get to his destination.
In a quarter of an hour the coach was back. The
Fairy, who was waiting at the door of the house, lifted
the poor little Marionette in her arms, took him to a
dainty room with mother-of-pearl walls, put him to bed,
and sent immediately for the most famous doctors of the
neighborhood to come to her.
One after another the doctors came, a Crow, and Owl,
and a Talking Cricket.
"I should like to know, signori," said
the Fairy, turning
to the three doctors gathered about Pinocchio's bed,
"I should like to know if this poor Marionette is dead
At this invitation, the Crow stepped out and felt
Pinocchio's pulse, his nose, his little toe.
Then he solemnly pronounced the following words:
"To my mind this Marionette
is dead and gone; but if,
by any evil chance, he were not, then that would be a
sure sign that he is still alive!"
"I am sorry," said the Owl, "to
have to contradict
the Crow, my famous friend and colleague. To my mind
this Marionette is alive; but if, by any evil chance, he
were not, then that would be a sure sign that he is wholly
"And do you hold any opinion?" the
Fairy asked the Talking Cricket.
"I say that a wise doctor,
when he does not know what he
is talking about, should know enough to keep his mouth
However, that Marionette is not a stranger to me.
I have known him a long time!"
Pinocchio, who until then had been very quiet,
shuddered so hard that the bed shook.
"That Marionette," continued
the Talking Cricket,
"is a rascal of the worst kind."
Pinocchio opened his eyes and closed them again.
"He is rude, lazy, a runaway."
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!
"When the dead weep, they
are beginning to recover,"
said the Crow solemnly.
"I am sorry to contradict
my famous friend and colleague,"
said the Owl, "but as far as I'm concerned, I think
when the dead weep, it means they do not want to die."