The Adventures of Pinocchio Carlo Collodi (the alpha prince and his bride full story free txt) 📖

“My dear boy,” said the Marmot, by way of consoling him, “you can do nothing. It is destiny. It is written in the decrees of wisdom that all boys who are lazy, and who take a dislike to books, to schools, and to masters, and who pass their time in amusement, games, and diversions, must end sooner or later by becoming transformed into so many little donkeys.”

“But is it really so?” asked the puppet, sobbing.

“It is indeed only too true! And tears are now useless. You should have thought of it sooner!”

“But it was not my fault; believe me, little Marmot, the fault was all Candlewick’s!”

“And who is this Candlewick?”

“One of my schoolfellows. I wanted to return home; I wanted to be obedient. I wished to study, but Candlewick said to me: ‘Why should you bother yourself by studying? Why should you go to school? Come with us instead to the “Land of Boobies”; there we shall none of us have to learn; there we shall amuse ourselves from morning to night, and we shall always be merry’.”

“And why did you follow the advice of that false friend? of that bad companion?”

“Why? Because, my dear little Marmot, I am a puppet with no sense, and with no heart. Ah! if I had had the least heart I should never have left that good Fairy who loved me like a mamma, and who had done so much for me! And I would be no longer a puppet, for I would by this time have become a little boy like so many others: But if I meet Candlewick, woe to him! He shall hear what I think of him!”

And he turned to go out. But when he reached the door he remembered his donkey’s ears, and, feeling ashamed to show them in public, what do you think he did? He took a big cotton cap and, putting it on his head, he pulled it well down over the point of his nose.

He then set out and went everywhere in search of Candlewick. He looked for him in the streets, in the squares, in the little theaters, in every possible place, but he could not find him. He inquired for him of everybody he met, but no one had seen him.

He then went to seek him at his house and, having reached the door, he knocked.

“Who is there?” asked Candlewick from within.

“It is I!” answered the puppet.

“Wait a moment and I will let you in.”

After half an hour the door was opened and imagine Pinocchio’s feelings when, upon going into the room, he saw his friend Candlewick with a big cotton cap on his head which came down over his nose.

At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost consoled and thought to himself:

“Has my friend got the same illness that I have? Is he also suffering from donkey fever?”

And, pretending to have observed nothing, he asked him, smiling:

“How are you, my dear Candlewick?”

“Very well; as well as a mouse in a Parmesan cheese.”

“Are you saying that seriously?”

“Why should I tell you a lie?”

“Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep that cotton cap on your head which covers up your ears?”

“The doctor ordered me to wear it because I have hurt this knee. And you, dear puppet, why have you got on that cotton cap pulled down over your nose?”

“The doctor prescribed it because I have grazed my foot.”

“Oh, poor Pinocchio!”

“Oh, poor Candlewick!”

After these words a long silence followed, during which the two friends did nothing but look mockingly at each other.

At last the puppet said in a soft voice to his companion:

“Satisfy my curiosity, my dear Candlewick: have you ever suffered from disease of the ears?”

“Never! And you?”

“Never. Only since this morning one of my ears aches.”

“Mine is also paining me.”

“You also? And which of your ears hurts you?”

“Both of them. And you?”

“Both of them. Can we have got the same illness?”

“I fear so.”

“Will you do me a kindness, Candlewick?”

“Willingly! With all my heart.”

“Will you let me see your ears?”

“Why not? But first, my dear Pinocchio, I should like to see yours.”

“No: you must be first.”

“No, dear. First you and then I!”

“Well,” said the puppet, “let us come to an agreement like good friends.”

“Let us hear it.”

“We will both take off our caps at the same moment. Do you agree?”

“I agree.”

“Then, attention!”

And Pinocchio began to count in a loud voice:

“One, two, three!”

At the word “Three!” the two boys took off their caps and threw them into the air.

And then a scene followed that would seem incredible if it were not true. That is, that when Pinocchio and Candlewick discovered that they were both struck with the same misfortune, instead of feeling full of mortification and grief, they began to prick their ungainly ears and to make a thousand antics, and they ended by going into bursts of laughter.

And they laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until they had to hold themselves together. But in the midst of their merriment Candlewick suddenly stopped, staggered, and, changing color, said to his friend:

“Help, help, Pinocchio!”

“What is the matter with you?”

“Alas, I cannot any longer stand upright.”

“Neither can I,” exclaimed Pinocchio, tottering and beginning to cry.

And whilst they were talking, they both doubled up and began to run round the room on their hands and feet. And as they ran, their hands became hoofs, their faces lengthened into muzzles, and their backs became covered with a light gray hairy coat sprinkled with black.

But do you know what was the worst moment for these two wretched boys? The worst and the most humiliating moment was when their tails grew. Vanquished by shame and sorrow, they wept and lamented their fate.

Oh, if they had but been wiser! But instead of sighs and lamentations they could only bray like asses; and they brayed loudly and said in chorus: “Hee-haw!”

Whilst this was going on someone knocked at the door and a voice on the outside said:

“Open the door! I am the little man,