"When a dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well," said the Crow solemnly. "I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and colleague," added the Owl; "but for me, when the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is sorry to die." [Illustration] CHAPTER XVII PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE As soon as the three doctors had left the room the Fairy approached Pinocchio and, having touched his forehead, she perceived that he was in a high fever. She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in half a tumbler of water and, offering it to the puppet, she said to him lovingly: "Drink it and in a few days you will be cured." Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face, and then asked in a plaintive voice: "Is it sweet or bitter?" "It is bitter, but it will do you good." "If it is bitter, I will not take it." "Listen to me: drink it." "I don't like anything bitter." "Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give you a lump of sugar to take away the taste." "Where is the lump of sugar?" "Here it is," said the Fairy, taking a piece from a gold sugar-basin. "Give me first the lump of sugar and then I will drink that bad bitter water." "Do you promise me?" "Yes." The Fairy gave him the sugar and Pinocchio, having crunched it up and swallowed it in a second, said, licking his lips: "It would be a fine thing if sugar were medicine! I would take it every day." "Now keep your promise and drink these few drops of water, which will restore you to health." Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his hand and put the point of his nose to it: he then approached it to his lips: he then again put his nose to it, and at last said: "It is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink it." "How can you tell that, when you have not even tasted it?" "I can imagine it! I know it from the smell. I want first another lump of sugar and then I will drink it!" The Fairy then, with all the patience of a good mamma, put another lump of sugar in his mouth, and again presented the tumbler to him. "I cannot drink it so!" said the puppet, making a thousand grimaces. "Why?" "Because that pillow that is down there on my feet bothers me." The Fairy removed the pillow. "It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it." "What is the matter now?" "The door of the room, which is half open, bothers me." The Fairy went and closed the door. "In short," cried Pinocchio, bursting into tears, "I will not drink that bitter water--no, no, no!" "My boy, you will repent it." "I don't care." "Your illness is serious." "I don't care." "The fever in a few hours will carry you into the other world." "I don't care." "Are you not afraid of death?" "I am not in the least afraid! I would rather die than drink that bitter medicine." At that moment the door of the room flew open and four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders a little bier.