![]() ![]() “Geppetto looks like a good man,” added another, “but with boys he’s a real tyrant. Geppetto, no doubt, will beat him unmercifully, he is so mean and cruel!” “I am not surprised he doesn’t want to go home. One person after another gathered around the two. Pinocchio, on hearing this, threw himself on the ground and refused to take another step. When we get home, then we’ll settle this matter!” As he was doing so, he shook him two or three times and said to him angrily: Think how he felt when, upon searching for them, he discovered that he had forgotten to make them!Īll he could do was to seize Pinocchio by the back of the neck and take him home. The little old man wanted to pull Pinocchio’s ears. 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. Pinocchio saw the Carabineer from afar and tried his best to escape between the legs of the big fellow, but without success. But the people in the street, seeing a wooden Marionette running like the wind, stood still to stare and to laugh until they cried.Īt last, by sheer luck, a Carabineer (a military policeman) 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. “Catch him! Catch him!” Geppetto kept shouting. 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. He came to the open door, and with one leap he was out into the street. When his legs were limbered up, Pinocchio started walking by himself and ran all around the room. 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. He took hold of the Marionette under the arms and put him on the floor to teach him to walk. “I should have thought of this before I made him. As soon as they were done, Geppetto felt a sharp kick on the tip of his nose. “You are not yet finished, and you start out by being impudent to your poor old father. “Pinocchio, you wicked boy!” he cried out. “Pinocchio, give me my wig!”īut instead of giving it back, Pinocchio put it on his own head, which was half swallowed up in it.Īt that unexpected trick, Geppetto became very sad and downcast, more so than he had ever been before. He glanced up and what did he see? His yellow wig was in the Marionette’s hand. After the mouth, he made the chin, then the neck, the shoulders, the stomach, the arms, and the hands.Īs he was about to put the last touches on the finger tips, Geppetto felt his wig being pulled off. Not wishing to start an argument, Geppetto made believe he saw nothing and went on with his work. The mouth stopped laughing, but it stuck out a long tongue. ![]() “Stop laughing, I say!” he roared in a voice of thunder. “Stop laughing!” said Geppetto angrily but he might as well have spoken to the wall. No sooner was it finished than it began to laugh and poke fun at him. Poor Geppetto kept cutting it and cutting it, but the more he cut, the longer grew that impertinent nose. It stretched and stretched and stretched till it became so long, it seemed endless. Geppetto, seeing this, felt insulted and said in a grieved tone:Īfter the eyes, Geppetto made the nose, which began to stretch as soon as finished. Fancy his surprise when he noticed that these eyes moved and then stared fixedly at him. The richest of them begged for his living.”Īfter choosing the name for his Marionette, Geppetto set seriously to work to make the hair, the forehead, the eyes. I knew a whole family of Pinocchi once-Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi the children-and they were all lucky. “What shall I call him?” he said to himself. Over the fire, there was painted a pot full of something which kept boiling happily away and sending up clouds of what looked like real steam.Īs soon as he reached home, Geppetto took his tools and began to cut and shape the wood into a Marionette. A fireplace full of burning logs was painted on the wall opposite the door. The furniture could not have been much simpler: a very old chair, a rickety old bed, and a tumble-down table. It was a small room on the ground floor, with a tiny window under the stairway. Little as Geppetto’s house was, it was neat and comfortable. Chapter 3 Geppetto Names His Puppet PinocchioĪs soon as he gets home, Geppetto fashions the Marionette and calls it Pinocchio.
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