The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
During that wild chase, Pinocchio lived
terrible moment when he almost gave himself up as lost.
This was when Alidoro (that was the Mastiff's name),
in a frenzy of running, came so near that he was on the
very point of reaching him.
The Marionette heard, close behind him, the labored
breathing of the beast who was fast on his trail, and now
and again even felt his hot breath blow over him.
Luckily, by this time, he was very near the shore, and
the sea was in sight; in fact, only a few short steps away.
As soon as he set foot on the beach, Pinocchio gave a
leap and fell into the water. Alidoro tried to stop, but
as he was running very fast, he couldn't, and he, too,
landed far out in the sea. Strange though it may seem,
the Dog could not swim. He beat the water with his paws
hold himself up, but the harder he tried, the deeper he
As he stuck his head out once more, the poor fellow's eyes
were bulging and he barked out wildly, "I drown! I
"Drown!" answered Pinocchio
from afar, happy at his escape.
"Help, Pinocchio, dear little
Pinocchio! Save me from death!"
At those cries of suffering, the Marionette, who after
all had a very kind heart, was moved to compassion.
He turned toward the poor animal and said to him:
"But if I help you, will
you promise not to bother me
again by running after me?"
"I promise! I promise! Only
hurry, for if you wait
another second, I'll be dead and gone!"
Pinocchio hesitated still another minute. Then, remembering
how his father had often told him that a kind deed is never
he swam to Alidoro and, catching hold of his tail, dragged
him to the shore.
The poor Dog was so weak he could not stand. He had
swallowed so much salt water that he was swollen like a
balloon. However, Pinocchio, not wishing to trust him
too much, threw himself once again into the sea. As he
swam away, he called out:
"Good-by, Alidoro, good
luck and remember me to the family!"
"Good-by, little Pinocchio," answered
"A thousand thanks for having saved me from death.
You did me a good turn, and, in this world, what is given
is always returned. If the chance comes, I shall be there."
Pinocchio went on swimming close to shore. At last
he thought he had reached a safe place. Glancing up and
down the beach, he saw the opening of a cave out of which
rose a spiral of smoke.
"In that cave," he said to himself, "there
must be a fire.
So much the better. I'll dry my clothes and warm myself,
His mind made up, Pinocchio swam to the rocks, but
as he started to climb, he felt something under him lifting
him up higher and higher. He tried to escape, but he was
too late. To his great surprise, he found himself in a
net, amid a crowd of fish of all kinds and sizes, who were
fighting and struggling desperately to free themselves.
At the same time, he saw a Fisherman come out of the
cave, a Fisherman so ugly that Pinocchio thought he was
sea monster. In place of hair, his head was covered by
thick bush of green grass. Green was the skin of his body,
green were his eyes, green was the long, long beard that
reached down to his feet. He looked like a giant lizard
with legs and arms.
When the Fisherman pulled the net out of the sea,
he cried out joyfully:
"Blessed Providence! Once
more I'll have a fine meal of fish!"
"Thank Heaven, I'm not a fish!" said
Pinocchio to himself,
trying with these words to find a little courage.
The Fisherman took the net and the fish to the cave,
a dark, gloomy, smoky place. In the middle of it, a pan
full of oil sizzled over a smoky fire, sending out a repelling
odor of tallow that took away one's breath.
"Now, let's see what kind
of fish we have caught
today," said the Green Fisherman. He put a hand as
as a spade into the net and pulled out a handful of mullets.
"Fine mullets, these!" he
said, after looking at them and
smelling them with pleasure. After that, he threw them
into a large, empty tub.
Many times he repeated this performance. As he pulled
each fish out of the net, his mouth watered with the
thought of the good dinner coming, and he said:
"Fine fish, these bass!"
"Very tasty, these whitefish!"
"Delicious flounders, these!"
"What splendid crabs!"
"And these dear little anchovies,
with their heads still on!"
As you can well imagine, the bass, the flounders, the
whitefish, and even the little anchovies all went together
into the tub to keep the mullets company. The last to come
out of the net was Pinocchio.
As soon as the Fisherman pulled him out, his green eyes
opened wide with surprise, and he cried out in fear:
"What kind of fish is this?
I don't remember ever
eating anything like it."
He looked at him closely and after turning him over and
over, he said at last:
"I understand. He must be
Pinocchio, mortified at being taken for a crab, said resentfully:
"What nonsense! A crab indeed!
I am no such thing.
Beware how you deal with me! I am a Marionette,
I want you to know."
"A Marionette?" asked the Fisherman. "I
must admit that
a Marionette fish is, for me, an entirely new kind of fish.
So much the better. I'll eat you with greater relish."
"Eat me? But can't you understand
that I'm not a fish?
Can't you hear that I speak and think as you do?"
"It's true," answered the Fisherman; "but
since I see
that you are a fish, well able to talk and think as I do,
I'll treat you with all due respect."
"And that is--"
"That, as a sign of my particular
esteem, I'll leave to
you the choice of the manner in which you are to be
cooked. Do you wish to be fried in a pan, or do you prefer
to be cooked with tomato sauce?"
"To tell you the truth," answered Pinocchio, "if
I must choose,
I should much rather go free so I may return home!"
"Are you fooling? Do you
think that I want to lose
the opportunity to taste such a rare fish? A Marionette
fish does not come very often to these seas. Leave it to
I'll fry you in the pan with the others. I know you'll
It's always a comfort to find oneself in good company."
The unlucky Marionette, hearing this, began to cry and
wail and beg. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he
"How much better it would
have been for me to go to school!
I did listen to my playmates and now I am paying for it!
Oh! Oh! Oh!"
And as he struggled and squirmed like an eel to escape
the Green Fisherman took a stout cord and tied him hand
and threw him into the bottom of the tub with the others.
Then he pulled a wooden bowl full of flour out of a
cupboard and started to roll the fish into it, one by one.
When they were white with it, he threw them into the pan.
The first to dance in the hot oil were the mullets,
the bass followed, then the whitefish, the flounders, and
the anchovies. Pinocchio's turn came last. Seeing himself
so near to death (and such a horrible death!) he began
to tremble so with fright that he had no voice left with
which to beg for his life.
The poor boy beseeched only with his eyes. But the
Green Fisherman, not even noticing that it was he, turned
him over and over in the flour until he looked like a
Marionette made of chalk.
Then he took him by the head and--