"Really? Why it may be the same one that swallowed my father."
"We are going over to look at it. Will you come along."
"No. I am going to school."
"What do you care for school? We can go there tomorrow. One lesson more or less will not matter at all.”
"And what will the schoolmaster say?"
"Oh he will have something more to talk about tomorrow. He is paid to grumble."
"And my mother?"
"Your mother will never know," said the wicked boys.
"I have a better plan" said Pinocchio, "I want to see the dogfish very much, so I will go after school."
"Poor stupid thing!" they jeered, “Do you think that a dogfish that size will wait for your convenience? Why as soon as he is tired of it here, he will go away, and then you will be sorry you did not go."
"How long will it take to go there?" asked the marionette.
"We can be there and back in half an hour."
