Pinocchio took the glass in his hand unwillingly, and put it under his nose, then he put it to his lips, then under his nose again. Finally he said, "It is too bitter! It is too bitter! I cannot drink it!"
"How do you know that, when you have not tasted it?"
"I know it. I can smell it. I want another lump of sugar first: then I will drink it."
So the Fairy with the patience of a loving mother, put another lump of sugar in his mouth and gave him the glass again. "I cannot drink it," said the marionette making a thousand faces.
"And why not?"
"Because that pillow on my feet bothers me."
The Fairy took the pillow away.
"It is no use. I cannot drink it even now."
"Well, what is the matter now?"
"That door is half open."
The Fairy closed the door.
Pinocchio burst into tears. "I cannot drink that bitter water. No! No! No!"
“My child, you will be sorry."
"No I won't."
