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If
the
Cricket
's
death
scared
Pinocchio
at
all
,
it
was
only
for
a
very
few
moments
.
For
,
as
night
came
on
,
a
queer
,
empty
feeling
at
the
pit
of
his
stomach
reminded
the
Marionette
that
he
had
eaten
nothing
as
yet
.
A
boy
's
appetite
grows
very
fast
,
and
in
a
few
moments
the
queer
,
empty
feeling
had
become
hunger
,
and
the
hunger
grew
bigger
and
bigger
,
until
soon
he
was
as
ravenous
as
a
bear
.
Poor
Pinocchio
ran
to
the
fireplace
where
the
pot
was
boiling
and
stretched
out
his
hand
to
take
the
cover
off
,
but
to
his
amazement
the
pot
was
only
painted
!
Think
how
he
felt
!
His
long
nose
became
at
least
two
inches
longer
.
He
ran
about
the
room
,
dug
in
all
the
boxes
and
drawers
,
and
even
looked
under
the
bed
in
search
of
a
piece
of
bread
,
hard
though
it
might
be
,
or
a
cookie
,
or
perhaps
a
bit
of
fish
.
A
bone
left
by
a
dog
would
have
tasted
good
to
him
!
But
he
found
nothing
.
And
meanwhile
his
hunger
grew
and
grew
.
The
only
relief
poor
Pinocchio
had
was
to
yawn
;
and
he
certainly
did
yawn
,
such
a
big
yawn
that
his
mouth
stretched
out
to
the
tips
of
his
ears
.
Soon
he
became
dizzy
and
faint
.
He
wept
and
wailed
to
himself
:
"
The
Talking
Cricket
was
right
.
It
was
wrong
of
me
to
disobey
Father
and
to
run
away
from
home
.
If
he
were
here
now
,
I
would
n't
be
so
hungry
!
Oh
,
how
horrible
it
is
to
be
hungry
!
"
Suddenly
,
he
saw
,
among
the
sweepings
in
a
corner
,
something
round
and
white
that
looked
very
much
like
a
hen
's
egg
.
In
a
jiffy
he
pounced
upon
it
.
It
was
an
egg
.
The
Marionette
's
joy
knew
no
bounds
.
It
is
impossible
to
describe
it
,
you
must
picture
it
to
yourself
.
Certain
that
he
was
dreaming
,
he
turned
the
egg
over
and
over
in
his
hands
,
fondled
it
,
kissed
it
,
and
talked
to
it
:
"
And
now
,
how
shall
I
cook
you
?
Shall
I
make
an
omelet
?
No
,
it
is
better
to
fry
you
in
a
pan
!
Or
shall
I
drink
you
?
No
,
the
best
way
is
to
fry
you
in
the
pan
.
You
will
taste
better
.
"
No
sooner
said
than
done
.
He
placed
a
little
pan
over
a
foot
warmer
full
of
hot
coals
.
In
the
pan
,
instead
of
oil
or
butter
,
he
poured
a
little
water
.
As
soon
as
the
water
started
to
boil
--
tac
!
--
he
broke
the
eggshell
.
But
in
place
of
the
white
and
the
yolk
of
the
egg
,
a
little
yellow
Chick
,
fluffy
and
gay
and
smiling
,
escaped
from
it
.
Bowing
politely
to
Pinocchio
,
he
said
to
him
:
"
Many
,
many
thanks
,
indeed
,
Mr.
Pinocchio
,
for
having
saved
me
the
trouble
of
breaking
my
shell
!
Good-by
and
good
luck
to
you
and
remember
me
to
the
family
!
"
