Identifier: pinocchiotaleofp00coll (find matches)
Title: Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890 Folkard, Charles, ill
Subjects: Puppets Fantasy
Publisher: London : J.M. Dent New York : E.P. Dutton
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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immense wide-open mouth came towards him withthe velocity of an arrow. Be quick, Pinocchio, for pitys sake, cried thebeautiful little goat, bleating. And Pinocchio swam desperately with his arms,his chest, his legs, and his feet. Quick, Pinocchio, the monster is close uponyou! . . . And Pinocchio swam quicker than ever, and flewon with the rapidity of a ball from a gun. He hadnearly reached the rock, and the little goat, leaningover towards the sea, had stretched out her fore-legsto help him out of the water! . . . But it was too late! The monster had over-taken him, and, drawing in his breath, he sucked inthe poor puppet as he would hare sucked a hensegg ; and he swallowed him with such violence andavidity that Pinocchio, in falling into the Dog-fishsstomach, received such a blow that he remained un-conscious for a quarter of an hour afterwards. When he came to himself again after the shockhe could not in the least imagine in what world hewas. All round him it was quite dark, and the
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Quick, Pinocchio . . ., but it was too late! The monster had overtaken him. THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 243 darkness was so black and so profound that it seemedto him that he had fallen head downwards in to aninkstand full of ink. He listened, but he could hearno noise ; only from time to time great gusts of windblew in his face. At first he could not understandwhere the wind came from, but at last he dis-covered that it came out of the monsters lungs.For you must know that the Dog-fish suffered verymuch from asthma, and when he breathed it wasexactly as if a north wind was blowing: Pinocchio at first tried to keep up his courage ;but when he had one proof after another that hewas really shut up in the body of this sea-monsterhe began to cry and scream and to sob out : Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am!Will nobody come to save me ? Who do you think could save you, unhappywretch ? . . . said a voice in the dark that soundedlike a guitar out of tune. Who is speaking? asked Pinocchio,

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