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919 PINOCCHIO that he was really shut up in the body of this sea-monster he began to cry and to sob out: " Help! help! Oh, how unfortunate I am! Will nobody come to save me?” " Who do you think could save you, unhappy wretch? . . .” said a voice in the dark that sounded like a guitar out of tune. “Who is speaking?” asked Pinocchio, frozen with terror. “Tt is I! I am a poor Tunny who was swallowed by the Dog-fish at the same time that you were. And what fish are you!” “ T have nothing in common with fish. I am a puppet.” " "Then if you are not a fish, why did you let yourself be swallowed by the monster?” “T didn’t let myself be swallowed: it was the monster swallowed me! And now, what are we to do here in the dark?” ‘“ Resign ourselves and wait until the Dogfish has digested us both.” ‘But I do not want to be digested! ” howled Pinocchio, beginning to cry again. ‘“‘ Neither do I want to be digested,” added the Tunny; “ but I am enough of a philosopher to console myself by thinking that when one is born a Tunny it is more dignified to die in the water than in oil.”
