“TI cannot drink it so!” said the puppet,
making a thousand grimaces.
“Why?”
" Because that pillow that is down there
on my feet bothers me.”
The Fairy removed the pillow.
“It is useless. Even so I can’t drink it....
- What is the matter now? ”
“'The door of the room, which is half open,
The Fairy went and closed the door.
‘In short," cried Pinocchio, bursting into
tears, I wil not drink that bitter water—no,
no, no! .
“My hoy, you will repent it.
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“Your illness is serious. .
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“The fever in a few hours will carry you
into the other world... .”
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“Are you not afraid of death? "
‘““T am not in the least afraid! . . . I would
rather die than drink that bitter medicine."
At that moment the door of the room flew
open, and four rabbits as black as ink entered
carrying on their shoulders a little bier.
“What do you want with me?” cried
Pinocchio, sitting up in bed in a great fright.