the adventures of pinocchio-第3章
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〃Because you are a Marionette and； what is much worse； you have a wooden head。〃
At these last words； Pinocchio jumped up in a fury； took a hammer from the bench； and threw it with all his strength at the Talking Cricket。
Perhaps he did not think he would strike it。 But； sad to relate； my dear children； he did hit the Cricket； straight on its head。
With a last weak 〃cri…cri…cri〃 the poor Cricket fell from the wall； dead！
CHAPTER 5
Pinocchio is hungry and looks for an egg to cook himself an omelet； but； to his surprise； the omelet flies out of the window
If the Cricket's death scared Pinocchio at all； it was only for a very few moments。 For； as night came on； a queer； empty feeling at the pit of his stomach reminded the Marionette that he had eaten nothing as yet。
A boy's appetite grows very fast； and in a few moments the queer； empty feeling had become hunger； and the hunger grew bigger and bigger； until soon he was as ravenous as a bear。
Poor Pinocchio ran to the fireplace where the pot was boiling and stretched out his hand to take the cover off； but to his amazement the pot was only painted！ Think how he felt！ His long nose became at least two inches longer。
He ran about the room； dug in all the boxes and drawers； and even looked under the bed in search of a piece of bread； hard though it might be； or a cookie； or perhaps a bit of fish。 A bone left by a dog would have tasted good to him！ But he found nothing。
And meanwhile his hunger grew and grew。 The only relief poor Pinocchio had was to yawn； and he certainly did yawn； such a big yawn that his mouth stretched out to the tips of his ears。 Soon he became dizzy and faint。 He wept and wailed to himself： 〃The Talking Cricket was right。 It was wrong of me to disobey Father and to run away from home。 If he were here now； I wouldn't be so hungry！ Oh； how horrible it is to be hungry！〃
Suddenly； he saw； among the sweepings in a corner； something round and white that looked very much like a hen's egg。 In a jiffy he pounced upon it。 It was an egg。
The Marionette's joy knew no bounds。 It is impossible to describe it； you must picture it to yourself。 Certain that he was dreaming； he turned the egg over and over in his hands； fondled it； kissed it； and talked to it：
〃And now； how shall I cook you？ Shall I make an omelet？ No； it is better to fry you in a pan！ Or shall I drink you？ No； the best way is to fry you in the pan。 You will taste better。〃
No sooner said than done。 He placed a little pan over a foot warmer full of hot coals。 In the pan； instead of oil or butter； he poured a little water。 As soon as the water started to boiltac！he broke the eggshell。 But in place of the white and the yolk of the egg； a little yellow Chick； fluffy and gay and smiling； escaped from it。 Bowing politely to Pinocchio； he said to him：
〃Many； many thanks； indeed； Mr。 Pinocchio； for having saved me the trouble of breaking my shell！ Good…by and good luck to you and remember me to the family！〃
With these words he spread out his wings and； darting to the open window； he flew away into space till he was out of sight。
The poor Marionette stood as if turned to stone； with wide eyes； open mouth； and the empty halves of the egg… shell in his hands。 When he came to himself； he began to cry and shriek at the top of his lungs； stamping his feet on the ground and wailing all the while：
〃The Talking Cricket was right！ If I had not run away from home and if Father were here now； I should not be dying of hunger。 Oh； how horrible it is to be hungry！〃
And as his stomach kept grumbling more than ever and he had nothing to quiet it with； he thought of going out for a walk to the near…by village； in the hope of finding some charitable person who might give him a bit of bread。
CHAPTER 6
Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on a foot warmer； and awakens the next day with his feet all burned off
Pinocchio hated the dark street； but he was so hungry that； in spite of it； he ran out of the house。 The night was pitch black。 It thundered； and bright flashes of lightning now and again shot across the sky； turning it into a sea of fire。 An angry wind blew cold and raised dense clouds of dust； while the trees shook and moaned in a weird way。
Pinocchio was greatly afraid of thunder and lightning； but the hunger he felt was far greater than his fear。 In a dozen leaps and bounds； he came to the village； tired out； puffing like a whale； and with tongue hanging。
The whole village was dark and deserted。 The stores were closed； the doors； the windows。 In the streets； not even a dog could be seen。 It seemed the Village of the Dead。
Pinocchio； in desperation； ran up to a doorway； threw himself upon the bell； and pulled it wildly； saying to himself： 〃Someone will surely answer that！〃
He was right。 An old man in a nightcap opened the window and looked out。 He called down angrily：
〃What do you want at this hour of night？〃
〃Will you be good enough to give me a bit of bread？ I am hungry。〃
〃Wait a minute and I'll come right back；〃 answered the old fellow； thinking he had to deal with one of those boys who love to roam around at night ringing people's bells while they are peacefully asleep。
After a minute or two； the same voice cried：
〃Get under the window and hold out your hat！〃
Pinocchio had no hat； but he managed to get under the window just in time to feel a shower of ice…cold water pour down on his poor wooden head； his shoulders； and over his whole body。
He returned home as wet as a rag； and tired out from weariness and hunger。
As he no longer had any strength left with which to stand； he sat down on a little stool and put his two feet on the stove to dry them。
There he fell asleep； and while he slept； his wooden feet began to burn。 Slowly； very slowly； they blackened and turned to ashes。
Pinocchio snored away happily as if his feet were not his own。 At dawn he opened his eyes just as a loud knocking sounded at the door。
〃Who is it？〃 he called； yawning and rubbing his eyes。
〃It is I；〃 answered a voice。
It was the voice of Geppetto。
CHAPTER 7
Geppetto returns home and gives his own breakfast to the Marionette
The poor Marionette； who was still half asleep； had not yet found out that his two feet were burned and gone。 As soon as he heard his Father's voice； he jumped up from his seat to open the door； but； as he did so； he staggered and fell headlong to the floor。
In falling； he made as much noise as a sack of wood falling from the fifth story of a house。
〃Open the door for me！〃 Geppetto shouted from the street。
〃Father； dear Father； I can't；〃 answered the Marionette in despair； crying and rolling on the floor。
〃Why can't you？〃
〃Because someone has eaten my feet。〃
〃And who has eaten them？〃
〃The cat；〃 answered Pinocchio； seeing that little animal busily playing with some shavings in the corner of the room。
〃Open！ I say；〃 repeated Geppetto； 〃or I'll give you a sound whipping when I get in。〃
〃Father； believe me； I can't stand up。 Oh； dear！ Oh； dear！ I shall have to walk on my knees all my life。〃
Geppetto； thinking that all these tears and cries were only other pranks of the Marionette； climbed up the side of the house and went in through the window。
At first he was very angry； but on seeing Pinocchio stretched out on the floor and really without feet； he felt very sad and sorrowful。 Picking him up from the floor； he fondled and caressed him； talking to him while the tears ran down his cheeks：
〃My little Pinocchio； my dear little Pinocchio！ How did you burn your feet？〃
〃I don't know； Father； but believe me； the night has been a terrible one and I shall remember it as long as I live。 The thunder was so noisy and the lightning so bright and I was hungry。 And then the Talking Cricket said to me； ‘You deserve it； you were bad；' and I said to him； ‘Careful； Cricket；' and he said to me； ‘You are a Marionette and you have a wooden head；' and I threw the hammer at him and killed him。 It was his own fault； for I didn't want to kill him。 And I put the pan on the coals； but the Chick flew away and said； ‘I'll see you again！ Remember me to
