At this third lie his nose grew so long that poor Pinocchio could not turn around in the room. If he turned to one side, it struck the bed or the window panes, and if he turned to the other, it struck the walls or the door. If he raised his head he ran the risk of sticking it into the Fairy's eyes.
Watching his embarrassment, the Fairy stood there and laughed at him.
"Why do you laugh?" asked the marionette, very confused and anxious because his nose had grown so long.
"I am laughing at the foolish lies you have told."
"How do you know I have told lies?"
"Lies, my boy, are recognized immediately, because there are two kinds, those that have short legs, and those that have long noses. Yours, as it happens, is one of those with a long nose."
Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself from shame, tried to get out of the room, but he could not. His nose had grown so large that he could not get through the door.
