The Greatest Adventure Books for Children. Люси Мод Монтгомери

their escape.

      I want you to know that the Shark, being very old and suffering from asthma and heart trouble, was obliged to sleep with his mouth open. Because of this, Pinocchio was able to catch a glimpse of the sky filled with stars, as he looked up through the open jaws of his new home.

      “The time has come for us to escape,” he whispered, turning to his father. “The Shark is fast asleep. The sea is calm and the night is as bright as day. Follow me closely, dear Father, and we shall soon be saved.”

      No sooner said than done. They climbed up the throat of the monster till they came to that immense open mouth. There they had to walk on tiptoes, for if they tickled the Shark’s long tongue he might awaken — and where would they be then? The tongue was so wide and so long that it looked like a country road. The two fugitives were just about to dive into the sea when the Shark sneezed very suddenly and, as he sneezed, he gave Pinocchio and Geppetto such a jolt that they found themselves thrown on their backs and dashed once more and very unceremoniously into the stomach of the monster.

      To make matters worse, the candle went out and father and son were left in the dark.

      “And now?” asked Pinocchio with a serious face.

      “Now we are lost.”

      “Why lost? Give me your hand, dear Father, and be careful not to slip!”

      “Where will you take me?”

      “We must try again. Come with me and don’t be afraid.”

      With these words Pinocchio took his father by the hand and, always walking on tiptoes, they climbed up the monster’s throat for a second time. They then crossed the whole tongue and jumped over three rows of teeth. But before they took the last great leap, the Marionette said to his father:

      “Climb on my back and hold on tightly to my neck. I’ll take care of everything else.”

      As soon as Geppetto was comfortably seated on his shoulders, Pinocchio, very sure of what he was doing, dived into the water and started to swim. The sea was like oil, the moon shone in all splendor, and the Shark continued to sleep so soundly that not even a cannon shot would have awakened him.

CHAPTER 36

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      Pinocchio finally ceases to be a Marionette and becomes a boy

      “My dear Father, we are saved!” cried the Marionette. “All we have to do now is to get to the shore, and that is easy.”

      Without another word, he swam swiftly away in an effort to reach land as soon as possible. All at once he noticed that Geppetto was shivering and shaking as if with a high fever.

      Was he shivering from fear or from cold? Who knows? Perhaps a little of both. But Pinocchio, thinking his father was frightened, tried to comfort him by saying:

      “Courage, Father! In a few moments we shall be safe on land.”

      “But where is that blessed shore?” asked the little old man, more and more worried as he tried to pierce the faraway shadows. “Here I am searching on all sides and I see nothing but sea and sky.”

      “I see the shore,” said the Marionette. “Remember, Father, that I am like a cat. I see better at night than by day.”

      Poor Pinocchio pretended to be peaceful and contented, but he was far from that. He was beginning to feel discouraged, his strength was leaving him, and his breathing was becoming more and more labored. He felt he could not go on much longer, and the shore was still far away.

      He swam a few more strokes. Then he turned to Geppetto and cried out weakly:

      “Help me, Father! Help, for I am dying!”

      Father and son were really about to drown when they heard a voice like a guitar out of tune call from the sea:

      “What is the trouble?”

      “It is I and my poor father.”

      “I know the voice. You are Pinocchio.”

      “Exactly. And you?”

      “I am the Tunny, your companion in the Shark’s stomach.”

      “And how did you escape?”

      “I imitated your example. You are the one who showed me the way and after you went, I followed.”

      “Tunny, you arrived at the right moment! I implore you, for the love you bear your children, the little Tunnies, to help us, or we are lost!”

      “With great pleasure indeed. Hang onto my tail, both of you, and let me lead you. In a twinkling you will be safe on land.”

      Geppetto and Pinocchio, as you can easily imagine, did not refuse the invitation; indeed, instead of hanging onto the tail, they thought it better to climb on the Tunny’s back.

      “Are we too heavy?” asked Pinocchio.

      “Heavy? Not in the least. You are as light as sea-shells,” answered the Tunny, who was as large as a two-year-old horse.

      As soon as they reached the shore, Pinocchio was the first to jump to the ground to help his old father. Then he turned to the fish and said to him:

      “Dear friend, you have saved my father, and I have not enough words with which to thank you! Allow me to embrace you as a sign of my eternal gratitude.”

      The Tunny stuck his nose out of the water and Pinocchio knelt on the sand and kissed him most affectionately on his cheek. At this warm greeting, the poor Tunny, who was not used to such tenderness, wept like a child. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed that he turned quickly, plunged into the sea, and disappeared.

      In the meantime day had dawned.

      Pinocchio offered his arm to Geppetto, who was so weak he could hardly stand, and said to him:

      “Lean on my arm, dear Father, and let us go. We will walk very, very slowly, and if we feel tired we can rest by the wayside.”

      “And where are we going?” asked Geppetto.

      “To look for a house or a hut, where they will be kind enough to give us a bite of bread and a bit of straw to sleep on.”

      They had not taken a hundred steps when they saw two rough-looking individuals sitting on a stone begging for alms.

      It was the Fox and the Cat, but one could hardly recognize them, they looked so miserable. The Cat, after pretending to be blind for so many years had really lost the sight of both eyes. And the Fox, old, thin, and almost hairless, had even lost his tail. That sly thief had fallen into deepest poverty, and one day he had been forced to sell his beautiful tail for a bite to eat.

      “Oh, Pinocchio,” he cried in a tearful voice. “Give us some alms, we beg of you! We are old, tired, and sick.”

      “Sick!” repeated the Cat.

      “Addio, false friends!” answered the Marionette. “You cheated me once, but you will never catch me again.”

      “Believe us! Today we are truly poor and starving.”

      “Starving!” repeated the Cat.

      “If you are poor; you deserve it! Remember the old proverb which says: ‘Stolen money never bears fruit.’ Addio, false friends.”

      “Have mercy on us!”

      “On us.”

      “Addio,