“That is all nonsense!” cried Pinocchio.
“It is my opinion,” replied the Tunny;
“and opinions, so say the political Tunnies,
ought to be respected."
“To sum it all up... I want to get away
from here ... I want to escape.”
‘“ Kscape if you are able!...
“Is this Dog-fish who has swallowed us
very big?” asked the puppet.
“Big! Why, only imagine, his body is
two miles long without counting his tail.”
Whilst they were holding this conversation
in the dark, Pinocchio thought that he saw a
light a long way off.
“What is that little light I see in the dis¬
tance?” he asked.
‘It is most likely some companion in mis¬
fortune who is waiting like us to be digested.”
" I will go and find him. Do you not think
that it may by chance be some old fish who
perhaps could show us how to escape?”
" I hope it may be so with all my heart, dear
puppet.”
‘ Good-bye, Tunny.”
“Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune
attend you.”
" Where shall we meet again?...
“Who can say? . . . It is better not even to