The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
Pinocchio, as you may well imagine,
began to scream
and weep and beg; but all was of no use, for no houses
were to be seen and not a soul passed by on the road.
Night came on.
A little because of the sharp pain in his legs, a little
because of fright at finding himself alone in the darkness
of the field, the Marionette was about to faint, when he
saw a tiny Glowworm flickering by. He called to her
"Dear little Glowworm, will
you set me free?"
"Poor little fellow!" replied
the Glowworm, stopping
to look at him with pity. "How came you to be caught
in this trap?"
"I stepped into this lonely
field to take a few grapes and--"
"Are the grapes yours?"
"Who has taught you to take
things that do not belong to you?"
"I was hungry."
"Hunger, my boy, is no reason
for taking something
which belongs to another."
"It's true, it's true!" cried Pinocchio in tears. "I
do it again."
Just then, the conversation was interrupted by
approaching footsteps. It was the owner of the field,
who was coming on tiptoes to see if, by chance, he had
the Weasels which had been eating his chickens.
Great was his surprise when, on holding up his lantern,
he saw that, instead of a Weasel, he had caught a boy!
"Ah, you little thief!" said
the Farmer in an angry
voice. "So you are the one who steals my chickens!"
"Not I! No, no!" cried
Pinocchio, sobbing bitterly.
"I came here only to take a very few grapes."
"He who steals grapes may
very easily steal chickens also.
Take my word for it, I'll give you a lesson that you'll
for a long while."
He opened the trap, grabbed the Marionette by the
collar, and carried him to the house as if he were a puppy.
When he reached the yard in front of the house, he
flung him to the ground, put a foot on his neck, and said
to him roughly: "It is late now and it's time for
Tomorrow we'll settle matters. In the meantime, since my
watchdog died today, you may take his place and guard
No sooner said than done. He slipped a dog collar
around Pinocchio's neck and tightened it so that it would
not come off. A long iron chain was tied to the collar.
The other end of the chain was nailed to the wall.
"If tonight it should happen to rain," said
"you can sleep in that little doghouse near-by, where
will find plenty of straw for a soft bed. It has been
Melampo's bed for three years, and it will be good enough
for you. And if, by any chance, any thieves should come,
be sure to bark!"
After this last warning, the Farmer went into the house
and closed the door and barred it.
Poor Pinocchio huddled close to the doghouse more
dead than alive from cold, hunger, and fright. Now and
again he pulled and tugged at the collar which nearly
choked him and cried out in a weak voice:
"I deserve it! Yes, I deserve
it! I have been nothing
but a truant and a vagabond. I have never obeyed anyone
and I have always done as I pleased. If I were only like
so many others and had studied and worked and stayed
with my poor old father, I should not find myself here
in this field and in the darkness, taking the place of
farmer's watchdog. Oh, if I could start all over again!
But what is done can't be undone, and I must be patient!"
After this little sermon to himself, which came from the
depths of his heart, Pinocchio went into the doghouse and