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As
he
sobbed
he
said
to
himself
:
"
Oh
,
my
Fairy
,
my
dear
,
dear
Fairy
,
why
did
you
die
?
Why
did
I
not
die
,
who
am
so
bad
,
instead
of
you
,
who
are
so
good
?
And
my
father
--
where
can
he
be
?
Please
dear
Fairy
,
tell
me
where
he
is
and
I
shall
never
,
never
leave
him
again
!
You
are
not
really
dead
,
are
you
?
If
you
love
me
,
you
will
come
back
,
alive
as
before
.
Do
n't
you
feel
sorry
for
me
?
I
'm
so
lonely
.
If
the
two
Assassins
come
,
they
'll
hang
me
again
from
the
giant
oak
tree
and
I
will
really
die
,
this
time
.
What
shall
I
do
alone
in
the
world
?
Now
that
you
are
dead
and
my
father
is
lost
,
where
shall
I
eat
?
Where
shall
I
sleep
?
Who
will
make
my
new
clothes
?
Oh
,
I
want
to
die
!
Yes
,
I
want
to
die
!
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
"
Poor
Pinocchio
!
He
even
tried
to
tear
his
hair
,
but
as
it
was
only
painted
on
his
wooden
head
,
he
could
not
even
pull
it
.
Just
then
a
large
Pigeon
flew
far
above
him
.
Seeing
the
Marionette
,
he
cried
to
him
:
"
Tell
me
,
little
boy
,
what
are
you
doing
there
?
"
"
Ca
n't
you
see
?
I
'm
crying
,
"
cried
Pinocchio
,
lifting
his
head
toward
the
voice
and
rubbing
his
eyes
with
his
sleeve
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
asked
the
Pigeon
,
"
do
you
by
chance
know
of
a
Marionette
,
Pinocchio
by
name
?
"
"
Pinocchio
!
Did
you
say
Pinocchio
?
"
replied
the
Marionette
,
jumping
to
his
feet
.
"
Why
,
I
am
Pinocchio
!
"
At
this
answer
,
the
Pigeon
flew
swiftly
down
to
the
earth
.
He
was
much
larger
than
a
turkey
.
