more　he　cut；　the　longer　grew　that　impertinent　nose。　　In
  despair　he　let　it　alone。
  Next　he　made　the　mouth。
  No　sooner　was　it　finished　than　it　began　to　laugh　and
  poke　fun　at　him。
  〃Stop　laughing！〃　said　Geppetto　angrily；　but　he　might
  as　well　have　spoken　to　the　wall。
  〃Stop　laughing；　I　say！〃　he　roared　in　a　voice　of　thunder。
  The　mouth　stopped　laughing；　but　it　stuck　out　a　long　tongue。
  Not　wishing　to　start　an　argument；　Geppetto　made
  believe　he　saw　nothing　and　went　on　with　his　work。
  After　the　mouth；　he　made　the　chin；　then　the　neck；　the
  shoulders；　the　stomach；　the　arms；　and　the　hands。
  As　he　was　about　to　put　the　last　touches　on　the　finger
  tips；　Geppetto　felt　his　wig　being　pulled　off。　　He　glanced
  up　and　what　did　he　see？　　His　yellow　wig　was　in　the　Marionette's
  hand。　　〃Pinocchio；　give　me　my　wig！〃
  But　instead　of　giving　it　back；　Pinocchio　put　it　on　his
  own　head；　which　was　half　swallowed　up　in　it。
  At　that　unexpected　trick；　Geppetto　became　very　sad
  and　downcast；　more　so　than　he　had　ever　been　before。
  〃Pinocchio；　you　wicked　boy！〃　he　cried　out。　　〃You　are
  not　yet　finished；　and　you　start　out　by　being　impudent　to
  your　poor　old　father。　　Very　bad；　my　son；　very　bad！〃
  And　he　wiped　away　a　tear。
  The　legs　and　feet　still　had　to　be　made。　　As　soon　as　they
  were　done；　Geppetto　felt　a　sharp　kick　on　the　tip　of　his　nose。
  〃I　deserve　it！〃　he　said　to　himself。　　〃I　should　have　thought
  of　this　before　I　made　him。　　Now　it's　too　late！〃
  He　took　hold　of　the　Marionette　under　the　arms　and　put
  him　on　the　floor　to　teach　him　to　walk。
  Pinocchio's　legs　were　so　stiff　that　he　could　not　move
  them；　and　Geppetto　held　his　hand　and　showed　him　how　to
  put　out　one　foot　after　the　other。
  When　his　legs　were　limbered　up；　Pinocchio　started
  walking　by　himself　and　ran　all　around　the　room。　　He　came
  to　the　open　door；　and　with　one　leap　he　was　out　into　the
  street。　　Away　he　flew！
  Poor　Geppetto　ran　after　him　but　was　unable　to　catch
  him；　for　Pinocchio　ran　in　leaps　and　bounds；　his　two
  wooden　feet；　as　they　beat　on　the　stones　of　the　street；
  making　as　much　noise　as　twenty　peasants　in　wooden　shoes。
  〃Catch　him！　　Catch　him！〃　Geppetto　kept　shouting。
  But　the　people　in　the　street；　seeing　a　wooden　Marionette
  running　like　the　wind；　stood　still　to　stare　and　to　laugh
  until　they　cried。
  At　last；　by　sheer　luck；　a　Carabineer＇2＇　happened
  along；　who；　hearing　all　that　noise；　thought　that　it　might
  be　a　runaway　colt；　and　stood　bravely　in　the　middle　of　the
  street；　with　legs　wide　apart；　firmly　resolved　to　stop　it　and
  prevent　any　trouble。
  ＇2＇　A　military　policeman
  Pinocchio　saw　the　Carabineer　from　afar　and　tried　his
  best　to　escape　between　the　legs　of　the　big　fellow；　but
  without　success。
  The　Carabineer　grabbed　him　by　the　nose　（it　was　an
  extremely　long　one　and　seemed　made　on　purpose　for　that
  very　thing）　and　returned　him　to　Mastro　Geppetto。
  The　little　old　man　wanted　to　pull　Pinocchio's　ears。
  Think　how　he　felt　when；　upon　searching　for　them；　he
  discovered　that　he　had　forgotten　to　make　them！
  All　he　could　do　was　to　seize　Pinocchio　by　the　back　of
  the　neck　and　take　him　home。　　As　he　was　doing　so；　he　shook
  him　two　or　three　times　and　said　to　him　angrily：
  〃We're　going　home　now。　　When　we　get　home；
  then　we'll　settle　this　matter！〃
  Pinocchio；　on　hearing　this；　threw　himself　on　the　ground
  and　refused　to　take　another　step。　　One　person　after　another
  gathered　around　the　two。
  Some　said　one　thing；　some　another。
  〃Poor　Marionette；〃　called　out　a　man。　　〃I　am　not
  surprised　he　doesn't　want　to　go　home。　　Geppetto；　no　doubt；
  will　beat　him　unmercifully；　he　is　so　mean　and　cruel！〃
  〃Geppetto　looks　like　a　good　man；〃　added　another；　〃but
  with　boys　he's　a　real　tyrant。　　If　we　leave　that　poor
  Marionette　in　his　hands　he　may　tear　him　to　pieces！〃
  They　said　so　much　that；　finally；　the　Carabineer　ended
  matters　by　setting　Pinocchio　at　liberty　and　dragging
  Geppetto　to　prison。　　The　poor　old　fellow　did　not　know　how　to
  defend　himself；　but　wept　and　wailed　like　a　child　and　said
  between　his　sobs：
  〃Ungrateful　boy！　　To　think　I　tried　so　hard　to　make　you
  a　well…behaved　Marionette！　　I　deserve　it；　however！　　I　should
  have　given　the　matter　more　thought。〃
  What　happened　after　this　is　an　almost　unbelievable
  story；　but　you　may　read　it；　dear　children；　in　the　chapters
  that　follow。
  CHAPTER　4
  The　story　of　Pinocchio　and　the　Talking　Cricket；
  in　which　one　sees　that　bad　children　do　not　like
  to　be　corrected　by　those　who　know　more　than　they　do
  Very　little　time　did　it　take　to　get　poor　old　Geppetto　to
  prison。　　In　the　meantime　that　rascal；　Pinocchio；　free　now
  from　the　clutches　of　the　Carabineer；　was　running　wildly
  across　fields　and　meadows；　taking　one　short　cut　after
  another　toward　home。　　In　his　wild　flight；　he　leaped　over
  brambles　and　bushes；　and　across　brooks　and　ponds；　as　if
  he　were　a　goat　or　a　hare　chased　by　hounds。
  On　reaching　home；　he　found　the　house　door　half　open。
  He　slipped　into　the　room；　locked　the　door；　and　threw
  himself　on　the　floor；　happy　at　his　escape。
  But　his　happiness　lasted　only　a　short　time；　for　just　then
  he　heard　someone　saying：
  〃Cri…cri…cri！〃
  〃Who　is　calling　me？〃　asked　Pinocchio；　greatly　frightened。
  〃I　am！〃
  Pinocchio　turned　and　saw　a　large　cricket　crawling
  slowly　up　the　wall。
  〃Tell　me；　Cricket；　who　are　you？〃
  〃I　am　the　Talking　Cricket　and　I　have　been　living　in　this
  room　for　more　than　one　hundred　years。〃
  〃Today；　however；　this　room　is　mine；〃　said　the　Marionette；
  〃and　if　you　wish　to　do　me　a　favor；　get　out　now；　and　don't
  turn　around　even　once。〃
  〃I　refuse　to　leave　this　spot；〃　answered　the　Cricket；
  〃until　I　have　told　you　a　great　truth。〃
  〃Tell　it；　then；　and　hurry。〃
  〃Woe　to　boys　who　refuse　to　obey　their　parents　and　run
  away　from　home！　　They　will　never　be　happy　in　this　world；
  and　when　they　are　older　they　will　be　very　sorry　for　it。〃
  〃Sing　on；　Cricket　mine；　as　you　please。　　What　I　know　is；
  that　tomorrow；　at　dawn；　I　leave　this　place　forever。　　If　I
  stay　here　the　same　thing　will　happen　to　me　which　happens
  to　all　other　boys　and　girls。　　They　are　sent　to　school；　and
  whether　they　want　to　or　not；　they　must　study。　　As　for　me；
  let　me　tell　you；　I　hate　to　study！　　It's　much　more　fun；　I　think；
  to　chase　after　butterflies；　climb　trees；　and　steal　birds'　nests。〃
  〃Poor　little　silly！　　Don't　you　know　that　if　you　go　on　like
  that；　you　will　grow　into　a　perfect　donkey　and　that　you'll
  be　the　laughingstock　of　everyone？〃
  〃Keep　still；　you　ugly　Cricket！〃　cried　Pinocchio。
  But　the　Cricket；　who　was　a　wise　old　philosopher；
  instead　of　being　offended　at　Pinocchio's　impudence；
  continued　in　the　same　tone：
  〃If　you　do　not　like　going　to　school；　why　don't　you　at
  least　learn　a　trade；　so　that　you　can　earn　an　honest　living？〃
  〃Shall　I　tell　you　something？〃　asked　Pinocchio；　who　was
  beginning　to　lose　patience。　　〃Of　all　the　trades　in　the　world；
  there　is　only　one　that　really　suits　me。〃
  〃And　what　can　that　be？〃
  〃That　of　eating；　drinking；　sleeping；　playing；　and
  wandering　around　from　morning　till　night。〃
  〃Let　me　tell　you；　for　your　own　good；　Pinocchio；〃　said
  the　Talking　Cricket　in　his　calm　voice；　〃that　those　who
  follow　that　trade　always　end　up　in　the　hospital　or　in　prison。〃
  〃Careful；　ugly　Cricket！　　If　you　make　me　angry；　you'll　be　sorry！〃
  〃Poor　Pinocchio；　I　am　sorry　for　you。〃
  〃Why？〃
  〃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；　am