CHAPTER 32

Pinocchio's ears become like those of a Donkey.

In a little while he changes into a real Donkey and

begins to bray





Everyone, 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.



What was it? I will tell you, my dear little readers.

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 the Marionette, 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.

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 the Marionette,

beginning to understand even too well what was happening to him.



"Then I will 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."



"What shall I be?"



"Within two or three hours you will become a real donkey,

just like the ones that pull the fruit carts to market."



"Oh, what have I done? What have I done?" cried Pinocchio,

grasping his two 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,

"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 and spend all their days with toys

and games must sooner or later turn into donkeys."



"But is it really so?" asked the Marionette, sobbing bitterly.



"I am sorry to say it is. And tears now are useless.

You should have thought of all this before."



"But the fault is not mine. Believe me, little Dormouse,

the fault is all Lamp-Wick's."



"And who is this Lamp-Wick?"



"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 want

to waste your time studying? Why do you want to go

to school? Come with me to the Land of Toys.

There we'll 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 Dormouse, I am a heedless

Marionette--heedless and heartless. Oh! If I had 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 should no longer be a

Marionette. I should have become 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 to the 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.



Thus adorned, he went out. He looked for Lamp-Wick everywhere,

along the streets, in the squares, inside the theatres,

everywhere; but he was not to be found. He asked everyone

whom he met about him, 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 the Marionette.



"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 far 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:



"How are you, my dear Lamp-Wick?"



"Very well. Like a mouse in a Parmesan cheese."



"Is that really true?"



"Why should I lie to you?"



"I beg your pardon, my friend, but why then are you

wearing that cotton bag over your ears?"



"The doctor has ordered it because one of my knees hurts.

And you, dear Marionette, why are you wearing that cotton bag

down to your nose?"



"The doctor has ordered it because I have bruised my 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 the Marionette, 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 has mine."



"Yours, too? And which ear 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? But before I show you mine, I want to see yours,

dear Pinocchio."



"No. You must show yours first."



"No, my dear! Yours first, then mine."



"Well, then," said the Marionette, "let us make a contract."



"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!"



At the word "Three!" the two boys pulled off their

caps and threw them high in air.



And then a scene took place which is hard to believe,

but it is all too true. The Marionette 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 again--laughed

till they ached--laughed till 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 is the matter?"



"Oh, help me! I can no longer 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.

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, "Haw! Haw! Haw!"



At that moment, a loud knocking was heard at the door

and a voice called to them:



"Open! I am the Little Man, the driver of the wagon

which brought you here. Open, I say, or beware!"

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