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An
hour
passed
,
two
hours
;
and
the
door
was
still
closed
.
Pinocchio
,
who
was
trembling
with
fear
and
shivering
from
the
cold
rain
on
his
back
,
knocked
a
second
time
,
this
time
louder
than
before
.
At
that
second
knock
,
a
window
on
the
third
floor
opened
and
the
same
Snail
looked
out
.
"
Dear
little
Snail
,
"
cried
Pinocchio
from
the
street
.
"
I
have
been
waiting
two
hours
for
you
!
And
two
hours
on
a
dreadful
night
like
this
are
as
long
as
two
years
.
Hurry
,
please
!
"
"
My
boy
,
"
answered
the
Snail
in
a
calm
,
peaceful
voice
,
"
my
dear
boy
,
I
am
a
snail
and
snails
are
never
in
a
hurry
.
"
And
the
window
closed
.
A
few
minutes
later
midnight
struck
;
then
one
o’clock
--
two
o’clock
.
And
the
door
still
remained
closed
!
Then
Pinocchio
,
losing
all
patience
,
grabbed
the
knocker
with
both
hands
,
fully
determined
to
awaken
the
whole
house
and
street
with
it
.
As
soon
as
he
touched
the
knocker
,
however
,
it
became
an
eel
and
wiggled
away
into
the
darkness
.
"
Really
?
"
cried
Pinocchio
,
blind
with
rage
.
"
If
the
knocker
is
gone
,
I
can
still
use
my
feet
.
"
He
stepped
back
and
gave
the
door
a
most
solemn
kick
.
He
kicked
so
hard
that
his
foot
went
straight
through
the
door
and
his
leg
followed
almost
to
the
knee
.
No
matter
how
he
pulled
and
tugged
,
he
could
not
pull
it
out
.
There
he
stayed
as
if
nailed
to
the
door
.
Poor
Pinocchio
!
The
rest
of
the
night
he
had
to
spend
with
one
foot
through
the
door
and
the
other
one
in
the
air
.
As
dawn
was
breaking
,
the
door
finally
opened
.
That
brave
little
animal
,
the
Snail
,
had
taken
exactly
nine
hours
to
go
from
the
fourth
floor
to
the
street
.
How
she
must
have
raced
!
