Latest / Adventure Books Library / 32 - The Adventures of Pinocchio - Carlo Collodi
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- Chapter thirty two, in which Pinocchio's ears become like those of a donkey. In a little while he changes into a real donkey and begins to bray. Every One, at one time or another, has found some surprise awaiting him of the kind which Pinocchio had on that eventful morning of his life. There are but few w what was it? Well, I will tell you, my dear little listeners. On awakening, Pinocchio put his hand up to his head, and there he found guess. He found that during the night his ears had grown at least ten full inches. You must know that Pinocchio, even from his birth, had very small ears, so small indeed, that to the naked eye they could hardly be seen. Fancy how he felt when he noticed that overnight those two dainty organs had become as long as shoe brushes. He went in search of a mirror, but not finding any, he just filled a basin with water and looked at himself. And there he saw what he never could have wished to see. His manly figure was adorned and enriched by a beautiful pair of donkey's ears. I leave you to think of the terrible grief, the shame, the despair of the poor marionette. He began to cry, to scream, to knock his head against the wall. But the more he shrieked, the longer, and the more Hairy grew his ears at those piercing shrieks. A dormouse came into the room, a fat, little dormouse who lived upstairs. Seeing Pinocchio so grief stricken, she asked him anxiously, what is the matter, dear little neighbor. I am sick, my little dormouse, very very sick, and from an illness which frightens me. Do you understand how to feel the pulse? A little? Feel mine? Then, and tell me if I have a fever. The dormouse took Pinocchio's wrist between her paws, and after a few minutes, looked up at him sorrowfully and said, my friend, I am sorry, but I must give you some very sad news. What is it? You have a very bad fever. But what fever? Is it? The donkey fever? I don't know anything about that fever, answered Pinocchio, beginning to understand even too well what was happening to him. Well, then I'll tell you all about it, said the dormouse, know then that within two or three hours you will no longer be a marionette, nor a boy, or what shall I be? Within two or three hours you will become like a real donkey, just like the ones that pull the fruit carts to market. What have I done? What have I done? Cried Pinocchio, grasping his long ears in his hands and pulling and tugging at them angrily, just as if they belonged to another. My dear boy, answered the dormouse, to cheer him up a bit. Oh, why worry now? What is done cannot be undone. You know, Fate has decreed that all lazy boys who come to hate books and schools and teachers spend all their days with toys and games much sooner or later turn into donkeys. But is it really so, asked Pinocchio, sobbing bitterly. I'm sorry to say it is, and tears are now useless. You should have thought of this long before. But the fault is not mine, believe me, little dormouse. The fault is all lamp Wicks. Who is this lamp Wick? He's a classmate of mine. I wanted to return home, I wanted to be obedient. I wanted to study and to succeed in school. But lamp Wick said to me, why do you waste your time studying? Why do you want to go to school? Come with me to the land of toys. There will never study again. There we can enjoy ourselves and be happy from morn till night. And why did you follow the advice of that false friend. Why because my dear little must dormouse. I I am a heedless marionette, heedless and heartless. Oh, if I only had a bit of heart, I should never have abandoned that good fairy who loved me so well, and who has been so kind to me. And by this time I I should no longer be a marionette. I should be a real boy, like all these friends of mine. Oh, if I meet lamp Wick, I am going to tell him what I think of him, and more too. After this long speech, Pinocchio walked to the door of the room, but when he reached it, remembering his donkey ears, he felt ashamed to show them in public and turned back. He took a large cotton bag from a shelf, put it on his head, and pulled it far down to his very nose, and thus adorned he went out. He looked for lamp Wick everywhere along the streets, in the squares, inside the theaters, everywhere, but he was not to be found. He asked everyone who he met, but no one had seen him. In desperation, he returned home and knocked at the door. Who is it, asked lamp Wick. From within, it is, I answered Pinocchio. Wait a minute. After a full half hour, the door opened. Another surprise awaited Pinocchio. There in the room stood his friend, with a large cotton bag on his head, pulled down to his very nose. At the sight of that bag, Pinocchio felt slightly happier and thought to himself, my friend must be suffering from the same sickness that I am. I wonder if he too has donkey fever. But, pretending he had seen nothing, he asked with a smile, Oh, how are you, my dear lamp Wick? Very well? Like a mouse in a parmesan chees? Is that really true? Why should I lie to you? Well? I beg your pardon, my friend, But why any of you wearing that cotton bag over your ears? Uh? The doctor has ordered it because one of my knees hurts, and you, dear Pinocchio, why are you wearing that cotton bag down on your nose? The doctor has ordered it because I have a bruised foot. Oh my, poor Pinocchio, Oh my, poor lamp Wick. An embarrassingly long silence followed these words, during which time the two friends looked at each other in a mocking way. Finally, Pinocchio, in a voice sweet as honey and soft as a flute, said to his companion, tell me, lamp Wick, dear friend, have you ever suffered from an earache? Never? And you never? Still? Since this morning, my ear has been torturing me. So is mine yours too? Which year? Is it? Both of them? And yours? Both of them too? I wonder if it could be the same sickness. I'm afraid it is. Will you do me a favor, lamp Wick, gladly with my whole heart? Will you let me see your ears? Why not? Ah? But before I show you mine, I want to see yours, Dear Pinocchio. No, you must show yours first. Oh no, my dear, yours first? Then mine? Well, then, said Pinocchio, let us make a contract. Well, let's hear the contract. Let us take off our caps together, all right, all right, ready. Then Pinocchio began to count one, two, three, and at the word three, the two boys pulled off their caps and threw them high in the air. And then a scene took place which is hard to believe, but it is all too true. Pinocchio and his friend lamp Wick, when they saw each other, both stricken by the same misfortune, instead of feeling sorrowful and ashamed, began to poke fun at each other, and after much nonsense, they ended by bursting out into hearty laughter. They laughed and laughed, and laughed and laughed again, and laughed until they ached, laughed until they cried. But all of a sudden, lamp Wick stopped laughing. He tottered and almost fell pale as a ghost. He turned to Pinocchio and said, help, help Pinocchio. What's the matter? Oh help me? Ah, I can't stand up. I can't either, cried Pinocchio, and his laughter turned to tears as he stumbled about helplessly. They had hardly finished speaking when both of them fell on all fours and began running and jumping around the room. And as they ran, their arms turned into legs, their faces lengthened into snouts, and their backs became covered with long gray hairs. This was humiliation enough, but the most horrible moment was the one in which the two poor creatures felt their tails appear. Overcome with shame and grief, they tried to cry and bemoan their fate. But what is done can't be undone. Instead of moans and cries, they burst forth into loud donkey brays, which sounded very much like e aw e aw eat aw. And at that moment a loud knocking was heard at the door, and a voice called to them, apin, I am the little man, the driver of the wagon which brought you here. Open, I say, or beware. End of Chapter thirty two.