The Adventures of Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi [best ereader manga txt] 📗

wooden pole which serves to draw up the water from the cistern to water the vegetables.”

“You can try me.”

“Well, then, if you will draw a hundred buckets of water, I will give you in compensation a tumbler of milk.”

“It is a bargain.”

Giangio then led Pinocchio to the kitchen garden and taught him how to turn the pumping machine. Pinocchio immediately began to work; but before he had drawn up the hundred buckets of water the perspiration was pouring from his head to his feet. Never before had he undergone such fatigue.

“Up till now,” said the gardener, “the labor of turning the pumping machine was performed by my little donkey, but the poor animal is dying.”

“Will you take me to see him?” said Pinocchio.

“Willingly.”

When Pinocchio went into the stable he saw a beautiful little donkey stretched on the straw, worn out from hunger and overwork. After looking at him earnestly, he said to himself, much troubled:

“I am sure I know this little donkey! His face is not new to me.”

And, bending over him, he asked him in asinine language:

“Who are you?”

At this question the little donkey opened his dying eyes, and answered in broken words in the same language:

“I am⁠—Can⁠—dle⁠—wick.”

And, having again closed his eyes, he expired.

“Oh, poor Candlewick!” said Pinocchio in a low voice; and, taking a handful of straw, he dried a tear that was rolling down his face.

“Do you grieve for a donkey that cost you nothing?” said the gardener. “What must it be to me, who bought him for ready money?”

“I must tell you⁠—he was my friend!”

“Your friend?”

“One of my schoolfellows!”

“How?” shouted Giangio, laughing loudly. “How? had you donkeys for schoolfellows? I can imagine what wonderful studies you must have made!”

The puppet, who felt much mortified at these words, did not answer; but, taking his tumbler of milk, still quite warm, he returned to the hut.

And from that day for more than five months he continued to get up at daybreak every morning to go and turn the pumping machine, to earn the tumbler of milk that was of such benefit to his father in his bad state of health. Nor was he satisfied with this; for, during the time that he had over, he learned to make hampers and baskets of rushes, and with the money he obtained by selling them he was able with great economy to provide for all the daily expenses. Amongst other things he constructed an elegant little wheelchair, in which he could take his father out on fine days to breathe a mouthful of fresh air.

By his industry, ingenuity and his anxiety to work and to overcome difficulties, he not only succeeded in maintaining his father, who continued infirm, in comfort, but he also contrived to put aside five dollars to buy himself a new coat.

One morning he said to his father:

“I am going to the neighboring market to buy myself a jacket, a cap, and a pair of shoes. When I return,” he added, laughing, “I shall be so well dressed that you will take me for a fine gentleman.”

And, leaving the house, he began to run merrily and happily along. All at once he heard himself called by name and, turning around, he saw a big Snail crawling out from the hedge.

“Do you not know me?” asked the Snail.

“It seems to me⁠—and yet I am not sure⁠—”

“Do you not remember the Snail who was lady’s-maid to the Fairy with blue hair? Do you not remember the time when I came downstairs to let you in, and you were caught by your foot, which you had stuck through the house-door?”

“I remember it all” shouted Pinocchio. “Tell me quickly, my beautiful little Snail, where have you left my good Fairy? What is she doing? Has she forgiven me? Does she still remember me? Does she still wish me well? Is she far from here? Can I go and see her?”

To all these rapid, breathless questions the Snail replied in her usual phlegmatic manner:

“My dear Pinocchio, the poor Fairy is lying in bed at the hospital!”

“At the hospital?”

“It is only too true. Overtaken by a thousand misfortunes, she has fallen seriously ill, and she has not even enough to buy herself a mouthful of bread.”

“Is it really so? Oh, what sorrow you have given me! Oh, poor Fairy! Poor Fairy! Poor Fairy! If I had a million I would run and carry it to her, but I have only five dollars. Here they are⁠—I was going to buy a new coat. Take them, Snail, and carry them at once to my good Fairy.”

“And your new coat?”

“What matters my new coat? I would sell even these rags that I have on to be able to help her. Go, Snail, and be quick; and in two days return to this place, for I hope I shall then be able to give you some more money. Up to this time I have worked to maintain my papa; from today I will work five hours more that I may also maintain my good mamma. Goodbye, Snail, I shall expect you in two days.”

The Snail, contrary to her usual habits, began to run like a lizard in a hot August sun.

That evening Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten o’clock, sat up till midnight had struck; and instead of making eight baskets of rushes he made sixteen.

Then he went to bed and fell asleep. And whilst he slept he thought that he saw the Fairy, smiling and beautiful, who, after having kissed him, said to him:

“Well done, Pinocchio! To reward you for your good heart I will forgive you for all that is past. Boys who minister tenderly to their parents and assist them in their misery and infirmities, are deserving of great praise and affection, even if they cannot be cited as examples of obedience and good behavior. Try and do better in the future and you will be happy.”

At this moment his dream ended and Pinocchio opened his eyes and awoke.

But imagine his astonishment