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I
leave
you
to
think
of
the
terrible
grief
,
the
shame
,
the
despair
of
the
poor
Marionette
.
He
began
to
cry
,
to
scream
,
to
knock
his
head
against
the
wall
,
but
the
more
he
shrieked
,
the
longer
and
the
more
hairy
grew
his
ears
.
At
those
piercing
shrieks
,
a
Dormouse
came
into
the
room
,
a
fat
little
Dormouse
,
who
lived
upstairs
.
Seeing
Pinocchio
so
grief-stricken
,
she
asked
him
anxiously
:
"
What
is
the
matter
,
dear
little
neighbor
?
"
"
I
am
sick
,
my
little
Dormouse
,
very
,
very
sick
--
and
from
an
illness
which
frightens
me
!
Do
you
understand
how
to
feel
the
pulse
?
"
"
A
little
.
"
"
Feel
mine
then
and
tell
me
if
I
have
a
fever
.
"
The
Dormouse
took
Pinocchio
's
wrist
between
her
paws
and
,
after
a
few
minutes
,
looked
up
at
him
sorrowfully
and
said
:
"
My
friend
,
I
am
sorry
,
but
I
must
give
you
some
very
sad
news
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
You
have
a
very
bad
fever
.
"
