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CHAPTER 33 Seeing
that the door did not open, the driver gave it a violent kick. It fell
and he
entered the room saying in his usual oily way, "Good boys! You bray
very
well. I recognize your voices and here I am to take you away." At these
words the two little donkeys became quiet. They lowered their heads and
ears
and put their tails between their legs. At first
the driver patted them and smoothed their hair. After that he pulled
out some
leather straps and bridled them both. When he had curried them so that
they
looked like two looking-glasses, he took them to the square in the hope
of
selling them and making a good trade. The
purchasers soon made their appearance. Lamp Wick was bought by a farmer
whose
donkey had died the day before from overwork. Pinocchio was bought by
the
director of a company of clowns and circus men, so that he could be
taught to
do tricks and capers. And now,
my little readers, do you understand what the trade of the driver was?
That
monster, who had a face of milk and honey, went from time to time
through the
world with a carriage and collected, by promises, all the naughty boys
that
were tired of books and school. After he had filled his carriage he
took them
to the Country of Playthings, where they passed all the time in playing
and
having fun. When these poor deluded boys had played for a certain time
they
turned into donkeys, which he led away and sold in the town. By this
means he
had become very rich, — in fact a millionaire. What
happened finally to Lamp Wick I do not know. I know, however, that
Pinocchio
led a very hard and weary life. When he was taken to a stall his new
master
emptied some straw into the manger; but Pinocchio, after he had eaten a
mouthful, spat it out. Then the master, scolding, gave him some hay;
but that
did not please him. "Ah!
You do not like hay?" cried the master, in anger. "I will teach you
better manners." He then
took a whip and gave the donkey a crack on the legs. Pinocchio, in
great pain,
gave a long bray, as if to say, "Y-a, y-a, I cannot digest straw." "Then
eat hay," replied the master, who understood the donkey dialect very
well. "Y-a, y-a.
Hay gives me a headache." "You
mean that a donkey like you wants to eat chicken and capon?" added the
master; and he gave him another lash with the whip. At the
second rebuke Pinocchio, for prudence' sake, kept quiet and said
nothing.
Meanwhile the stall was closed and Pinocchio remained alone; and
because he had
not eaten anything for hours he grew very hungry. He opened his mouth
and was
surprised to find that it was so large. He
finally looked around, and not finding anything in the manger but hay,
took a
little. After having chewed it well he winked his eye and said: "This
hay
is not bad at all. But how much better off I should have been if I had
not run
away! Now I should be eating something nice instead of this dry stuff.
Oh me!
oh me! oh me!" When he
awoke the next morning he looked into his manger, but he had eaten all
the hay.
Then he took a mouthful of straw and tried that. It did not taste so
good as rice alla Milanese or macaroni
alla Napolitana; but he managed
to eat it. "Oh me!" he said, while he ate; "oh, if I could only
warn other boys of my misfortune, how happy I should be! Oh me! oh me!"
"Oh
me!" repeated the master, entering the stall at that moment. "Do you
think, donkey, that I have bought you just to watch you eat and drink?
Oh no! I
bought you so that you could earn some money for me. Come with me and I
will
teach you how to jump and bow; and then you must dance the waltz and
the polka
and stand up on your hind legs." Poor Pinocchio! He had a hard struggle. It took him three months to learn these things and he received many a blow from his teacher. The day finally came when the master could announce to the public a most extraordinary spectacle. Posters of all colors were pasted everywhere and they read thus:
That
night, as you can easily imagine, there was not a seat to be had in the
house,
and all the standing room was taken an hour before the show began. The
whole
theater swarmed with little children and babies of all ages, who were
wild to
see the famous donkey Pinocchio dance. When the
first part of the performance was over the master, in an evening coat,
with
white trousers and little black boots, presented himself to the public
and,
after making a profound bow, shouted: The
master then presented him to the public with these words: Pinocchio,
obeying, fell on his knees and stayed there until the master cracked
his whip
and cried, "Now walk." Then the donkey stood up on his four feet and
began to walk around in a circle. "Now
trot." And Pinocchio began to trot. "Gallop."
And Pinocchio began to gallop. "Now
full speed." And Pinocchio ran as hard as he could. While he was
running
the master, raising a pistol, fired twice. At that
sound the donkey, pretending to be hit, fell flat on the floor as if he
were
dead. Raising
himself in the midst of a shower of applause which could be heard for
miles,
Pinocchio looked at the audience. As he looked he saw a beautiful lady
wearing
around her neck a large gold chain from which hung a medallion. On the
medallion
was engraved the picture of a marionette. "That
is my picture! That lady is the Fairy!" said Pinocchio to himself,
recognizing her instantly. He tried to cry, "Oh, my Fairy! oh, my
Fairy!" But instead of these words there came from his throat such a
braying that everybody laughed, especially the boys. Then the
master, in order to teach him better manners than to bray at the
audience, gave
him a blow on the nose with the handle of the whip. The poor donkey
licked his
nose at least a dozen times because it pained him so. But what was his
desperation when, turning around a second time and looking toward the
Fairy, he
found that she had disappeared. He thought he should die. His eyes filled with tears and he began to cry. No one, however, saw it, not even the master, who, cracking his whip, cried, "Now show the people how well you can dance." Pinocchio
tried two or three times; but every time he came before the audience
his feet
slipped from under him. Finally, in a great effort, his hind foot
slipped so
badly that he fell to the floor in a heap. When he got up he was so
lame that
he could hardly walk and had to be taken to his stall. "Bring
out Pinocchio! We want the donkey! Bring him out!" cried the boys in
the
theater, who had seen the pitiful sight. But the donkey could not be
seen any
more that night. The next morning the veterinary, that is, the doctor
of
beasts, when he saw the poor donkey, declared that he would be lame all
through
life. Then the master said to the stable boy: "What can we do with a
lame
donkey? To keep him would be feeding one more mouth for nothing. Take
him to
the square and sell him." When
they arrived at the square they immediately found a buyer who asked the
price. "Four
dollars," replied the stable boy. "I
will give you twenty-five cents for him. Do not think that I buy him
for
hauling. Oh, no; I want him to skin. I see that his skin is very hard,
— just
the thing for a drum or a tambourine." Just
imagine how Pinocchio felt when he heard that he was worth only
twenty-five
cents! Then, too, to be used as a drum to be beaten upon all the time! The buyer
had hardly paid for him when he led him to the top of a cliff on the
shore of
the sea, and, tying a heavy stone around his neck and binding his feet
together
with cords, threw him over the edge. The donkey, with this heavy weight around his neck, sank to the bottom immediately. The buyer who had one end of the rope in his hands, sat down and waited awhile, so that the donkey would have time to drown.
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