five stories high and with a train in his mouth,
was following him.
After walking a half hour, he came to a small country
called the Land of the Busy Bees. The streets were filled
with people
running to and fro about their tasks. Everyone
worked,
everyone had something to do. Even if one were
to search with a
lantern, not one idle man or one tramp
could have been found.
"I understand," said Pinocchio at once wearily,
"this is no place for me! I was not born for work."
But in the
meantime, he began to feel hungry, for it
was twenty-four hours since he had eaten.
What was to be done?
There were only two means left to him in order to get a
bite to eat. He had either to work or to beg.
He was
ashamed to beg, because his father had always
preached to him that begging should be done only by the
sick or the old. He had said that the real poor in this world,
deserving of our pity and help, were only those who, either
through age or
sickness, had lost the means of earning their
bread with their own hands. All others should work, and
if they didn't, and went hungry, so much the worse for them.
Just then a man passed by, worn out and wet with perspiration,
pulling, with difficulty, two heavy carts filled with coal.
Pinocchio looked at him and, judging him by his looks
to be a kind man, said to him with eyes
downcast in shame:
"Will you be so good as to give me a penny,
for I am faint with
hunger?"
"Not only one penny," answered the Coal Man. "I'll give
you four if you will help me pull these two wagons."
"I am surprised!" answered the Marionette, very much offended.
"I wish you to know that I never have been a donkey,
nor have I ever pulled a wagon."
"So much the better for you!" answered the Coal Man.
"Then, my boy, if you are really faint with
hunger,
eat two slices of your pride; and I hope they don't
give you indigestion."
A few minutes after, a Bricklayer passed by, carrying
a pail full of
plaster on his shoulder.
"Good man, will you be kind enough to give a penny to
a poor boy who is yawning from
hunger?"
"Gladly," answered the Bricklayer. "Come with me and carry
some
plaster, and instead of one penny, I'll give you five."
"But the
plaster is heavy," answered Pinocchio, "and the
work too hard for me."
"If the work is too hard for you, my boy, enjoy your yawns
and may they bring you luck!"
In less than a half hour, at least twenty people passed
and Pinocchio begged of each one, but they all answered:
"Aren't you
ashamed? Instead of being a
beggar in the streets,
why don't you look for work and earn your own bread?"
Finally a little woman went by carrying two water jugs.
"Good woman, will you allow me to have a drink from
one of your jugs?" asked Pinocchio, who was burning up
with
thirst.
"With pleasure, my boy!" she answered,
setting the
two jugs on the ground before him.
When Pinocchio had had his fill, he grumbled,
as he wiped his mouth:
"My
thirst is gone. If I could only as easily get rid of my
hunger!"
On
hearing these words, the good little woman immediately said:
"If you help me to carry these jugs home, I'll give you a
slice of bread."
Pinocchio looked at the jug and said neither yes nor no.
"And with the bread, I'll give you a nice dish of
cauliflower with white sauce on it."
Pinocchio gave the jug another look and said neither yes nor no.
"And after the cauliflower, some cake and jam."
At this last bribery, Pinocchio could no longer
resist and said firmly:
"Very well. I'll take the jug home for you."
The jug was very heavy, and the Marionette, not being
strong enough to carry it with his hands, had to put it
on his head.
When they arrived home, the little woman made Pinocchio
sit down at a small table and placed before him the
bread, the cauliflower, and the cake. Pinocchio did not eat;
he devoured. His
stomach seemed a bottomless pit.
His
hunger finally appeased, he raised his head to thank
his kind benefactress. But he had not looked at her long
when he gave a cry of surprise and sat there with his eyes
wide open, his fork in the air, and his mouth filled with
bread and cauliflower.
"Why all this surprise?" asked the good woman, laughing.
"Because--" answered Pinocchio, stammering and stuttering,
"because--you look like--you
remind me of--yes, yes,
the same voice, the same eyes, the same hair--yes, yes,
yes, you also have the same azure hair she had--Oh, my
little Fairy, my little Fairy! Tell me that it is you!
Don't make me cry any longer! If you only knew! I have
cried so much, I have suffered so!"
And Pinocchio threw himself on the floor and clasped
the knees of the
mysterious little woman.
CHAPTER 25
Pinocchio promises the Fairy to be good and to study,
as he is growing tired of being a Marionette,
and wishes to become a real boy
If Pinocchio cried much longer, the little woman thought
he would melt away, so she finally admitted that she was
the little Fairy with Azure Hair.
"You
rascal of a Marionette! How did you know it was I?"
she asked, laughing.
"My love for you told me who you were."
"Do you remember? You left me when I was a little girl
and now you find me a grown woman. I am so old, I could
almost be your mother!"
"I am very glad of that, for then I can call you mother
instead of sister. For a long time I have wanted a mother,
just like other boys. But how did you grow so quickly?"
"That's a secret!"
"Tell it to me. I also want to grow a little. Look at me!
I have never grown higher than a penny's worth of cheese."
"But you can't grow," answered the Fairy.
"Why not?"
"Because Marionettes never grow. They are born Marionettes,
they live Marionettes, and they die Marionettes."
"Oh, I'm tired of always being a Marionette!" cried Pinocchio disgustedly.
"It's about time for me to grow into a man as
everyone else does."
"And you will if you
deserve it--"
"Really? What can I do to
deserve it?"
"It's a very simple matter. Try to act like a well-behaved child."
"Don't you think I do?"
"Far from it! Good boys are
obedient, and you, on the
contrary--"
"And I never obey."
"Good boys love study and work, but you--"
"And I, on the
contrary, am a lazy fellow and a tramp all year round."
"Good boys always tell the truth."
"And I always tell lies."
"Good boys go
gladly to school."
"And I get sick if I go to school. From now on I'll be different."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise. I want to become a good boy and be a comfort to my father.
Where is my poor father now?"
"I do not know."
"Will I ever be lucky enough to find him and
embrace him once more?"
"I think so. Indeed, I am sure of it."
At this answer, Pinocchio's happiness was very great.
He grasped the Fairy's hands and kissed them so hard that
it looked as if he had lost his head. Then lifting his face,
he looked at her lovingly and asked: "Tell me, little Mother,
it isn't true that you are dead, is it?"
"It doesn't seem so," answered the Fairy, smiling.
"If you only knew how I suffered and how I wept when I read `Here lies--'"
"I know it, and for that I have
forgiven you. The depth
of your sorrow made me see that you have a kind heart.
There is always hope for boys with hearts such as yours,
though they may often be very
mischievous. This is the
reason why I have come so far to look for you. From now
on, I'll be your own little mother."
"Oh! How lovely!" cried Pinocchio, jumping with joy.
"You will obey me always and do as I wish?"
"Gladly, very
gladly, more than
gladly!"
"Beginning tomorrow," said the Fairy, "you'll go to school every day."
Pinocchio's face fell a little.
"Then you will choose the trade you like best."
Pinocchio became more serious.
"What are you mumbling to yourself?" asked the Fairy.
"I was just saying," whined the Marionette in a whisper,
"that it seems too late for me to go to school now."
"No, indeed. Remember it is never too late to learn."
"But I don't want either trade or profession."
"Why?"
"Because work wearies me!"
"My dear boy," said the Fairy, "people who speak as
you do usually end their days either in a prison or in a
hospital. A man, remember, whether rich or poor, should
do something in this world. No one can find happiness
without work. Woe betide the lazy fellow! Laziness is a
serious
illness and one must cure it immediately; yes, even
from early
childhood. If not, it will kill you in the end."
These words touched Pinocchio's heart. He lifted
his eyes to his Fairy and said seriously:
"I'll work; I'll study; I'll do all you tell me.
After all, the life of a Marionette has grown very tiresome
to me and I want to become a boy, no matter how hard it is.
You promise that, do you not?"
"Yes, I promise, and now it is up to you."
CHAPTER 26
Pinocchio goes to the
seashore with his friends
to see the Terrible Shark
In the morning, bright and early, Pinocchio started for school.
Imagine what the boys said when they saw a Marionette
enter the classroom! They laughed until they cried. Everyone
played tricks on him. One pulled his hat off, another
tugged at his coat, a third tried to paint a
mustache under
his nose. One even attempted to tie strings to his feet and
his hands to make him dance.
For a while Pinocchio was very calm and quiet. Finally,
however, he lost all
patience and turning to his tormentors,
he said to them threateningly:
"Careful, boys, I haven't come here to be made fun of.
I'll respect you and I want you to respect me."
"Hurrah for Dr. Know-all! You have
spoken like a
printed book!" howled the boys, bursting with laughter.
One of them, more impudent than the rest, put out his
hand to pull the Marionette's nose.
But he was not quick enough, for Pinocchio stretched
his leg under the table and kicked him hard on the shin.
"Oh, what hard feet!" cried the boy, rubbing the spot
where the Marionette had kicked him.
"And what elbows! They are even harder than the feet!"
shouted another one, who, because of some other trick,