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At
this
question
,
the
Donkey
opened
weary
,
dying
eyes
and
answered
in
the
same
tongue
:
"
I
am
Lamp-Wick
.
"
Then
he
closed
his
eyes
and
died
.
"
Oh
,
my
poor
Lamp-Wick
,
"
said
Pinocchio
in
a
faint
voice
,
as
he
wiped
his
eyes
with
some
straw
he
had
picked
up
from
the
ground
.
"
Do
you
feel
so
sorry
for
a
little
donkey
that
has
cost
you
nothing
?
"
said
the
Farmer
.
"
What
should
I
do
--
I
,
who
have
paid
my
good
money
for
him
?
"
"
But
,
you
see
,
he
was
my
friend
.
"
"
Your
friend
?
"
"
A
classmate
of
mine
.
"
"
What
,
"
shouted
Farmer
John
,
bursting
out
laughing
.
"
What
!
You
had
donkeys
in
your
school
?
How
you
must
have
studied
!
"
The
Marionette
,
ashamed
and
hurt
by
those
words
,
did
not
answer
,
but
taking
his
glass
of
milk
returned
to
his
father
.
From
that
day
on
,
for
more
than
five
months
,
Pinocchio
got
up
every
morning
just
as
dawn
was
breaking
and
went
to
the
farm
to
draw
water
.
And
every
day
he
was
given
a
glass
of
warm
milk
for
his
poor
old
father
,
who
grew
stronger
and
better
day
by
day
.
But
he
was
not
satisfied
with
this
.
He
learned
to
make
baskets
of
reeds
and
sold
them
.
With
the
money
he
received
,
he
and
his
father
were
able
to
keep
from
starving
.
