The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
Very sad and downcast were the two
poor little fellows
as they stood and looked at each other. Outside the room,
the Little Man grew more and more impatient, and finally
gave the door such a violent kick that it flew open. With
his usual sweet smile on his lips, he looked at Pinocchio
and Lamp-Wick and said to them:
"Fine work, boys! You have
brayed well, so well that
I recognized your voices immediately, and here I am."
On hearing this, the two Donkeys bowed their heads in
dropped their ears, and put their tails between their legs.
At first, the Little Man petted and caressed them and
smoothed down their hairy coats. Then he took out a
currycomb and worked over them till they shone like glass.
Satisfied with the looks of the two little animals,
he bridled them and took them to a market place far away
from the Land of Toys, in the hope of selling them at a
In fact, he did not have to wait very long for an offer.
Lamp-Wick was bought by a farmer whose donkey had died
the day before. Pinocchio went to the owner of a circus,
who wanted to teach him to do tricks for his audiences.
And now do you understand what the Little Man's
profession was? This horrid little being, whose face shone
with kindness, went about the world looking for boys.
Lazy boys, boys who hated books, boys who wanted to
run away from home, boys who were tired of school--all
these were his joy and his fortune. He took them with
him to the Land of Toys and let them enjoy themselves
to their heart's content. When, after months of all play
and no work, they became little donkeys, he sold them on
the market place. In a few years, he had become a millionaire.
What happened to Lamp-Wick? My dear children, I do not
Pinocchio, I can tell you, met with great hardships
even from the first day.
After putting him in a stable, his new master filled his
manger with straw, but Pinocchio, after tasting a mouthful,
spat it out.
Then the man filled the manger with hay.
But Pinocchio did not like that any better.
"Ah, you don't like hay either?" he
"Wait, my pretty Donkey, I'll teach you not to be so
Without more ado, he took a whip and gave the Donkey
a hearty blow across the legs.
Pinocchio screamed with pain and as he screamed he brayed:
"Haw! Haw! Haw! I can't
"Then eat the hay!" answered
his master, who understood
the Donkey perfectly.
"Haw! Haw! Haw! Hay gives
me a headache!"
"Do you pretend, by any
chance, that I should feed you duck
or chicken?" asked the man again, and, angrier than
he gave poor Pinocchio another lashing.
At that second beating, Pinocchio became very quiet and
said no more.
After that, the door of the stable was closed and he
was left alone. It was many hours since he had eaten
anything and he started to yawn from hunger. As he
yawned, he opened a mouth as big as an oven.
Finally, not finding anything else in the manger,
he tasted the hay. After tasting it, he chewed it well,
closed his eyes, and swallowed it.
"This hay is not bad," he said to himself. "But
much happier I should be if I had studied! Just now,
instead of hay, I should be eating some good bread
and butter. Patience!"
Next morning, when he awoke, Pinocchio looked in
the manger for more hay, but it was all gone. He had
eaten it all during the night.
He tried the straw, but, as he chewed away at it, he
noticed to his great disappointment that it tasted neither
like rice nor like macaroni.
"Patience!" he repeated as he chewed. "If
misfortune might serve as a lesson to disobedient boys
who refuse to study! Patience! Have patience!"
"Patience indeed!" shouted
his master just then, as he
came into the stable. "Do you think, perhaps, my little
Donkey, that I have brought you here only to give you
food and drink? Oh, no! You are to help me earn some
fine gold pieces, do you hear? Come along, now. I am
going to teach you to jump and bow, to dance a waltz and
a polka, and even to stand on your head."
Poor Pinocchio, whether he liked it or not, had to learn
all these wonderful things; but it took him three long
months and cost him many, many lashings before he was
The day came at last when Pinocchio's master was
able to announce an extraordinary performance. The
announcements, posted all around the town, and written
in large letters, read thus:
GREAT SPECTACLE TONIGHT
LEAPS AND EXERCISES BY THE GREAT ARTISTS
AND THE FAMOUS HORSES
First Public Appearance of the
THE STAR OF THE DANCE
The Theater will be as Light as Day
That night, as you can well imagine, the theater was filled
to overflowing one hour before the show was scheduled to
Not an orchestra chair could be had, not a balcony seat,
nor a gallery seat; not even for their weight in gold.
The place swarmed with boys and girls of all ages and
sizes, wriggling and dancing about in a fever of impatience
to see the famous Donkey dance.
When the first part of the performance was over, the
Owner and Manager of the circus, in a black coat, white
knee breeches, and patent leather boots, presented himself
to the public and in a loud, pompous voice made the
"Most honored friends, Gentlemen
"Your humble servant, the
Manager of this theater,
presents himself before you tonight in order to introduce
to you the greatest, the most famous Donkey in the world,
a Donkey that has had the great honor in his short life
performing before the kings and queens and emperors of
all the great courts of Europe.
"We thank you for your attention!"
This speech was greeted by much laughter and
applause. And the applause grew to a roar when Pinocchio,
the famous Donkey, appeared in the circus ring. He was
handsomely arrayed. A new bridle of shining leather with
buckles of polished brass was on his back; two white
camellias were tied to his ears; ribbons and tassels of
silk adorned his mane, which was divided into many
curls. A great sash of gold and silver was fastened around
his waist and his tail was decorated with ribbons of many
brilliant colors. He was a handsome Donkey indeed!
The Manager, when introducing him to the public,
added these words:
"Most honored audience!
I shall not take your time
tonight to tell you of the great difficulties which I have
encountered while trying to tame this animal, since I
found him in the wilds of Africa. Observe, I beg of you,
the savage look of his eye. All the means used by
centuries of civilization in subduing wild beasts failed
case. I had finally to resort to the gentle language of
whip in order to bring him to my will. With all my
kindness, however, I never succeeded in gaining my Donkey's
love. He is still today as savage as the day I found
him. He still fears and hates me. But I have found in
him one great redeeming feature. Do you see this little
bump on his forehead? It is this bump which gives him
his great talent of dancing and using his feet as nimbly
as a human being. Admire him, O signori, and enjoy
yourselves. I let you, now, be the judges of my success
teacher of animals. Before I leave you, I wish to state
that there will be another performance tomorrow night.
If the weather threatens rain, the great spectacle will
place at eleven o'clock in the morning."
The Manager bowed and then turned to Pinocchio and said:
"Ready, Pinocchio! Before starting your performance,
salute your audience!"
Pinocchio obediently bent his two knees to the ground
and remained kneeling until the Manager, with the crack
of the whip, cried sharply: "Walk!"
The Donkey lifted himself on his four feet and walked
around the ring. A few minutes passed and again the
voice of the Manager called:
"Quickstep!" and Pinocchio
obediently changed his step.
"Gallop!" and Pinocchio
"Full speed!" and Pinocchio
ran as fast as he could.
As he ran the master raised his arm and a pistol shot rang
in the air.
At the shot, the little Donkey fell to the ground as if
he were really dead.
A shower of applause greeted the Donkey as he arose to
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.
"That picture is of me!
That beautiful lady is my Fairy!"
said Pinocchio to himself, recognizing her. He felt so
that he tried his best to cry out:
"Oh, my Fairy! My own Fairy!"
But instead of words, a loud braying was heard in the
so loud and so long that all the spectators--men, women,
and children, but especially the children--burst out laughing.
Then, in order to teach the Donkey that it was not
good manners to bray before the public, the Manager
hit him on the nose with the handle of the whip.
The poor little Donkey stuck out a long tongue and licked
his nose for a long time in an effort to take away the
And what was his grief when on looking up toward the boxes,
he saw that the Fairy had disappeared!
He felt himself fainting, his eyes filled with tears,
and he wept bitterly. No one knew it, however,
least of all the Manager, who, cracking his whip, cried
"Bravo, Pinocchio! Now show
us how gracefully you can
jump through the rings."
Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each time he
came near the ring, he found it more to his taste to go
under it. The fourth time, at a look from his master he
leaped through it, but as he did so his hind legs caught
in the ring and he fell to the floor in a heap.
When he got up, he was lame and could hardly limp as
far as the stable.
"Pinocchio! We want Pinocchio!
We want the little Donkey!"
cried the boys from the orchestra, saddened by the accident.
No one saw Pinocchio again that evening.
The next morning the veterinary--that is, the animal doctor--
declared that he would be lame for the rest of his life.
"What do I want with a lame donkey?" said
to the stableboy. "Take him to the market and sell
When they reached the square, a buyer was soon found.
"How much do you ask for that little lame Donkey?" he
"I'll give you four cents.
Don't think I'm buying him
for work. I want only his skin. It looks very tough and
I can use it to make myself a drumhead. I belong to a
musical band in my village and I need a drum."
I leave it to you, my dear children, to picture to
yourself the great pleasure with which Pinocchio heard
he was to become a drumhead!
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.