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"
Will
you
be
good
enough
to
give
me
a
bit
of
bread
?
I
am
hungry
.
"
"
Wait
a
minute
and
I
'll
come
right
back
,
"
answered
the
old
fellow
,
thinking
he
had
to
deal
with
one
of
those
boys
who
love
to
roam
around
at
night
ringing
people
's
bells
while
they
are
peacefully
asleep
.
After
a
minute
or
two
,
the
same
voice
cried
:
"
Get
under
the
window
and
hold
out
your
hat
!
"
Pinocchio
had
no
hat
,
but
he
managed
to
get
under
the
window
just
in
time
to
feel
a
shower
of
ice-cold
water
pour
down
on
his
poor
wooden
head
,
his
shoulders
,
and
over
his
whole
body
.
He
returned
home
as
wet
as
a
rag
,
and
tired
out
from
weariness
and
hunger
.
As
he
no
longer
had
any
strength
left
with
which
to
stand
,
he
sat
down
on
a
little
stool
and
put
his
two
feet
on
the
stove
to
dry
them
.
There
he
fell
asleep
,
and
while
he
slept
,
his
wooden
feet
began
to
burn
.
Slowly
,
very
slowly
,
they
blackened
and
turned
to
ashes
.
Pinocchio
snored
away
happily
as
if
his
feet
were
not
his
own
.
At
dawn
he
opened
his
eyes
just
as
a
loud
knocking
sounded
at
the
door
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
he
called
,
yawning
and
rubbing
his
eyes
.
