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Poor
Pinocchio
huddled
close
to
the
doghouse
more
dead
than
alive
from
cold
,
hunger
,
and
fright
.
Now
and
again
he
pulled
and
tugged
at
the
collar
which
nearly
choked
him
and
cried
out
in
a
weak
voice
:
"
I
deserve
it
!
Yes
,
I
deserve
it
!
I
have
been
nothing
but
a
truant
and
a
vagabond
.
I
have
never
obeyed
anyone
and
I
have
always
done
as
I
pleased
.
If
I
were
only
like
so
many
others
and
had
studied
and
worked
and
stayed
with
my
poor
old
father
,
I
should
not
find
myself
here
now
,
in
this
field
and
in
the
darkness
,
taking
the
place
of
a
farmer
's
watchdog
.
Oh
,
if
I
could
start
all
over
again
!
But
what
is
done
ca
n't
be
undone
,
and
I
must
be
patient
!
"
After
this
little
sermon
to
himself
,
which
came
from
the
very
depths
of
his
heart
,
Pinocchio
went
into
the
doghouse
and
fell
asleep
.
Even
though
a
boy
may
be
very
unhappy
,
he
very
seldom
loses
sleep
over
his
worries
.
The
Marionette
,
being
no
exception
to
this
rule
,
slept
on
peacefully
for
a
few
hours
till
well
along
toward
midnight
,
when
he
was
awakened
by
strange
whisperings
and
stealthy
sounds
coming
from
the
yard
.
He
stuck
his
nose
out
of
the
doghouse
and
saw
four
slender
,
hairy
animals
.
They
were
Weasels
,
small
animals
very
fond
of
both
eggs
and
chickens
.
One
of
them
left
her
companions
and
,
going
to
the
door
of
the
doghouse
,
said
in
a
sweet
voice
:
"
Good
evening
,
Melampo
.
"
"
My
name
is
not
Melampo
,
"
answered
Pinocchio
.
"
Who
are
you
,
then
?
"
"
I
am
Pinocchio
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
"
I
'm
the
watchdog
.
"
