The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
"My dear Father, we are saved!" cried
"All we have to do now is to get to the shore, and
that is easy."
Without another word, he swam swiftly away in an
effort to reach land as soon as possible. All at once he
noticed that Geppetto was shivering and shaking as if with
a high fever.
Was he shivering from fear or from cold? Who knows?
Perhaps a little of both. But Pinocchio, thinking his father
was frightened, tried to comfort him by saying:
"Courage, Father! In a few
moments we shall be safe on land."
"But where is that blessed shore?" asked
the little old man,
more and more worried as he tried to pierce the faraway
"Here I am searching on all sides and I see nothing
but sea and sky."
"I see the shore," said the Marionette. "Remember,
that I am like a cat. I see better at night than by day."
Poor Pinocchio pretended to be peaceful and contented,
but he was far from that. He was beginning to feel
discouraged, his strength was leaving him, and his breathing
was becoming more and more labored. He felt he could
not go on much longer, and the shore was still far away.
He swam a few more strokes. Then he turned to Geppetto
and cried out weakly:
"Help me, Father! Help,
for I am dying!"
Father and son were really about to drown when they
heard a voice like a guitar out of tune call from the sea:
"What is the trouble?"
"It is I and my poor father."
"I know the voice. You are
"Exactly. And you?"
"I am the Tunny, your companion
in the Shark's stomach."
"And how did you escape?"
"I imitated your example.
You are the one who showed
me the way and after you went, I followed."
"Tunny, you arrived at the
right moment! I implore you,
for the love you bear your children, the little Tunnies,
to help us, or we are lost!"
"With great pleasure indeed.
Hang onto my tail, both
of you, and let me lead you. In a twinkling you will be
safe on land."
Geppetto and Pinocchio, as you can easily imagine, did
refuse the invitation; indeed, instead of hanging onto
the tail, they thought it better to climb on the Tunny's
"Are we too heavy?" asked
"Heavy? Not in the least.
You are as light as sea-shells,"
answered the Tunny, who was as large as a two-year-old
As soon as they reached the shore, Pinocchio was the
first to jump to the ground to help his old father.
Then he turned to the fish and said to him:
"Dear friend, you have saved
my father, and I have not
enough words with which to thank you! Allow me to
embrace you as a sign of my eternal gratitude."
The Tunny stuck his nose out of the water and Pinocchio
knelt on the sand and kissed him most affectionately
on his cheek. At this warm greeting, the poor Tunny,
who was not used to such tenderness, wept like a child.
He felt so embarrassed and ashamed that he turned quickly,
plunged into the sea, and disappeared.
In the meantime day had dawned.
Pinocchio offered his arm to Geppetto, who was so
weak he could hardly stand, and said to him:
"Lean on my arm, dear Father,
and let us go. We will
walk very, very slowly, and if we feel tired we can rest
by the wayside."
"And where are we going?" asked
"To look for a house or
a hut, where they will be kind enough
to give us a bite of bread and a bit of straw to sleep
They had not taken a hundred steps when they saw two
rough-looking individuals sitting on a stone begging for
It was the Fox and the Cat, but one could hardly recognize
them, they looked so miserable. The Cat, after pretending
to be blind for so many years had really lost the sight
of both eyes. And the Fox, old, thin, and almost hairless,
had even lost his tail. That sly thief had fallen into
deepest poverty, and one day he had been forced to sell
beautiful tail for a bite to eat.
"Oh, Pinocchio," he cried in a tearful voice. "Give
some alms, we beg of you! We are old, tired, and sick."
"Sick!" repeated the
"Addio, false friends!" answered
"You cheated me once, but you will never catch me again."
"Believe us! Today we are
truly poor and starving."
"If you are poor; you deserve
it! Remember the old
proverb which says: `Stolen money never bears fruit.'
Addio, false friends."
"Have mercy on us!"
"Addio, false friends. Remember
the old proverb which says:
`Bad wheat always makes poor bread!'"
"Do not abandon us."
"Abandon us," repeated
"Addio, false friends. Remember
the old proverb:
`Whoever steals his neighbor's shirt, usually dies without
Waving good-by to them, Pinocchio and Geppetto
calmly went on their way. After a few more steps,
they saw, at the end of a long road near a clump of trees,
a tiny cottage built of straw.
"Someone must live in that little hut," said
"Let us see for ourselves."
They went and knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" said a
little voice from within.
"A poor father and a poorer
son, without food and with
no roof to cover them," answered the Marionette.
"Turn the key and the door will open," said
Pinocchio turned the key and the door opened. As soon
as they went in, they looked here and there and everywhere
but saw no one.
"Oh--ho, where is the owner of the hut?" cried
very much surprised.
"Here I am, up here!"
Father and son looked up to the ceiling, and there on
beam sat the Talking Cricket.
"Oh, my dear Cricket," said
Pinocchio, bowing politely.
"Oh, now you call me your
dear Cricket, but do you
remember when you threw your hammer at me to kill me?"
"You are right, dear Cricket.
Throw a hammer at me now.
I deserve it! But spare my poor old father."
"I am going to spare both
the father and the son. I have
only wanted to remind you of the trick you long ago
played upon me, to teach you that in this world of ours
we must be kind and courteous to others, if we want to
find kindness and courtesy in our own days of trouble."
"You are right, little Cricket,
you are more than right,
and I shall remember the lesson you have taught me. But
will you tell how you succeeded in buying this pretty
"This cottage was given
to me yesterday by a little Goat
with blue hair."
"And where did the Goat go?" asked
"I don't know."
"And when will she come
"She will never come back.
Yesterday she went away
bleating sadly, and it seemed to me she said: `Poor Pinocchio,
I shall never see him again. . .the Shark must have
eaten him by this time.'"
"Were those her real words?
Then it was she--it was--
my dear little Fairy," cried out Pinocchio, sobbing
After he had cried a long time, he wiped his eyes and
then he made a bed of straw for old Geppetto. He laid him
on it and said to the Talking Cricket:
"Tell me, little Cricket,
where shall I find a glass of milk
for my poor Father?"
"Three fields away from
here lives Farmer John. He has
some cows. Go there and he will give you what you want."
Pinocchio ran all the way to Farmer John's house. The
Farmer said to him:
"How much milk do you want?"
"I want a full glass."
"A full glass costs a penny.
First give me the penny."
"I have no penny," answered
Pinocchio, sad and ashamed.
"Very bad, my Marionette," answered
"very bad. If you have no penny, I have no milk."
"Too bad," said Pinocchio
and started to go.
"Wait a moment," said Farmer John. "Perhaps
we can come to terms.
Do you know how to draw water from a well?"
"I can try."
"Then go to that well you
see yonder and draw one
hundred bucketfuls of water."
"After you have finished,
I shall give you a glass of
warm sweet milk."
"I am satisfied."
Farmer John took the Marionette to the well and showed
him how to draw the water. Pinocchio set to work as well
as he knew how, but long before he had pulled up the one
hundred buckets, he was tired out and dripping with
perspiration. He had never worked so hard in his life.
"Until today," said the Farmer, "my
donkey has drawn
the water for me, but now that poor animal is dying."
"Will you take me to see him?" said
As soon as Pinocchio went into the stable, he spied a
little Donkey lying on a bed of straw in the corner of
stable. He was worn out from hunger and too much work.
After looking at him a long time, he said to himself:
"I know that Donkey! I have seen him before."
And bending low over him, he
asked: "Who are you?"
At this question, the Donkey opened weary, dying eyes
and answered in the same tongue: "I am Lamp-Wick."
Then he closed his eyes and died.
"Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick," said
Pinocchio in a faint voice,
as he wiped his eyes with some straw he had picked up from
"Do you feel so sorry for
a little donkey that has cost you nothing?"
said the Farmer. "What should I do--I, who have paid
my good money for him?"
"But, you see, he was my
"A classmate of mine."
"What," shouted Farmer
John, bursting out laughing.
"What! You had donkeys in your school? How you must
The Marionette, ashamed and hurt by those words, did not
but taking his glass of milk returned to his father.
From that day on, for more than five months, Pinocchio
got up every morning just as dawn was breaking and went
to the farm to draw water. And every day he was given
a glass of warm milk for his poor old father, who grew
stronger and better day by day. But he was not satisfied
with this. He learned to make baskets of reeds and sold
them. With the money he received, he and his father were
able to keep from starving.
Among other things, he built a rolling chair, strong and
comfortable, to take his old father out for an airing on
bright, sunny days.
In the evening the Marionette studied by lamplight.
With some of the money he had earned, he bought himself
a secondhand volume that had a few pages missing, and
with that he learned to read in a very short time. As far
writing was concerned, he used a long stick at one end
which he had whittled a long, fine point. Ink he had none,
so he used the juice of blackberries or cherries.
Little by little his diligence was rewarded. He
succeeded, not only in his studies, but also in his work,
day came when he put enough money together to keep his
old father comfortable and happy. Besides this, he was
able to save the great amount of fifty pennies. With it
wanted to buy himself a new suit.
One day he said to his father:
"I am going
to the market place to buy myself a coat, a
cap, and a pair of shoes. When I come back I'll be so
dressed up, you will think I am a rich man."
He ran out of the house and up the road to the village,
laughing and singing. Suddenly he heard his name called,
and looking around to see whence the voice came, he
noticed a large snail crawling out of some bushes.
"Don't you recognize me?" said
"Do you remember
the Snail that lived with the Fairy
with Azure Hair? Do you not remember how she opened
the door for you one night and gave you something to eat?"
"I remember everything," cried Pinocchio. "Answer
me quickly, pretty Snail, where have you left my Fairy?
What is she doing? Has she forgiven me? Does she
remember me? Does she still love me? Is she very far away
from here? May I see her?"
At all these questions, tumbling out one after another,
the Snail answered, calm as ever:
Pinocchio, the Fairy is lying ill in a hospital."
"In a hospital?"
She has been stricken with trouble and illness,
and she hasn't a penny left with which to buy a bite
Oh, how sorry I am! My poor, dear little Fairy!
If I had a million I should run to her with it! But I
have only fifty pennies. Here they are. I was just going
buy some clothes. Here, take them, little Snail, and give
them to my good Fairy."
the new clothes?"
that matter? I should like to sell these rags
I have on to help her more. Go, and hurry. Come back
here within a couple of days and I hope to have more
money for you! Until today I have worked for my father.
Now I shall have to work for my mother also. Good-by,
and I hope to see you soon."
The Snail, much against her usual habit, began to run
like a lizard under a summer sun.
When Pinocchio returned home, his father asked him:
is the new suit?"
find one to fit me. I shall have to look again
some other day."
That night, Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten
o'clock waited until midnight, and instead of making
eight baskets, he made sixteen.
After that he went to bed and fell asleep. As he slept,
he dreamed of his Fairy, beautiful, smiling, and happy,
who kissed him and said to him, "Bravo, Pinocchio!
reward for your kind heart, I forgive you for all your
old mischief. Boys who love and take good care of their
parents when they are old and sick, deserve praise even
though they may not be held up as models of obedience
and good behavior. Keep on doing so well, and you will
At that very moment, Pinocchio awoke and opened wide his
What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking
himself over, he saw that he was no longer a Marionette,
but that he had become a real live boy! He looked all
about him and instead of the usual walls of straw,
he found himself in a beautifully furnished little room,
the prettiest he had ever seen. In a twinkling, he jumped
down from his bed to look on the chair standing near.
There, he found a new suit, a new hat, and a pair of shoes.
As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands in his
pockets and pulled out a little leather purse on which
written the following words:
The Fairy with Azure Hair returns
fifty pennies to her dear Pinocchio
with many thanks for his kind heart.
The Marionette opened the purse to find the money,
and behold--there were fifty gold coins!
Pinocchio ran to the mirror. He hardly recognized himself.
The bright face of a tall boy looked at him with wide-awake
dark brown hair and happy, smiling lips.
Surrounded by so much splendor, the Marionette hardly
knew what he was doing. He rubbed his eyes two or three
wondering if he were still asleep or awake and decided
he must be awake.
"And where is Father?" he
cried suddenly. He ran
into the next room, and there stood Geppetto, grown years
younger overnight, spick and span in his new clothes and
gay as a lark in the morning. He was once more Mastro
Geppetto, the wood carver, hard at work on a lovely
picture frame, decorating it with flowers and leaves, and
heads of animals.
Father, what has happened? Tell me if you can,"
cried Pinocchio, as he ran and jumped on his Father's neck.
change in our house is all your doing,
my dear Pinocchio," answered Geppetto.
I to do with it?"
When bad boys become good and kind,
they have the power of making their homes gay and new
where the old Pinocchio of wood has hidden himself?"
"There he is," answered
Geppetto. And he pointed
to a large Marionette leaning against a chair, head turned
to one side, arms hanging limp, and legs twisted under
After a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself with
I was as a Marionette! And how
happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!"