"Yes, yes, I am Pinocchio, really Pinocchio! And you have quite forgiven
me, have you not? Oh, my dear papa, how good you are! And to think that
I, on the contrary--Oh! but if you only knew what misfortunes have been
poured on my head, and all that has befallen me! Only imagine, the day
that you, poor, dear papa, sold your coat to buy me a spelling-book,
that I might go to school, I escaped to see the puppet show, and the
showman wanted to put me on the fire, that I might roast his mutton, and
he was the same that afterwards gave me five gold pieces to take them to
you, but I met the Fox and the Cat, who took me to the inn of The Red
Craw-Fish, where they ate like wolves, and I left by myself in the
middle of the night, and I encountered assassins who ran after me, and I
ran away, and they followed, and I ran, and they always followed me, and
I ran, until they hung me to a branch of a Big Oak, and the beautiful
Child with blue hair sent a little carriage to fetch me, and the doctors
when they saw me said immediately, 'If he is not dead, it is a proof
that he is still alive'--and then by chance I told a lie, and my nose
began to grow until I could no longer get through the door of the room,
for which reason I went with the Fox and the Cat to bury the four gold
pieces, for one I had spent at the inn, and the Parrot began to laugh,
and instead of two thousand gold pieces I found none left, for which
reason the judge when he heard that I had been robbed had me immediately
put in prison to content the robbers, and then when I was coming away I
saw a beautiful bunch of grapes in a field, and I was caught in a trap,
and the peasant, who was quite right, put a dog-collar round my neck
that I might guard the poultry-yard, and acknowledging my innocence let
me go, and the Serpent with the smoking tail began to laugh and broke a
blood-vessel in his chest, and so I returned to the house of the
beautiful Child, who was dead, and the Pigeon, seeing that I was crying,
said to me, 'I have seen your father who was building a little boat to
go in search of you,' and I said to him, 'Oh! if I also had wings,' and
he said to me, 'Do you want to go to your father?' and I said, 'Without
doubt! but who will take me to him?' and he said to me, 'I will take
you,' and I said to him, 'How?' and he said to me, 'Get on my back,' and
so we flew all night, and then in the morning all the fishermen who were
looking out to sea said to me, 'There is a poor man in a boat who is on
the point of being drowned,' and I recognized you at once, even at that
distance, for my heart told me, and I made signs to you to return to
land."
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