the boys inside slept, Candlewick snored. like a Dormouse, and the driver sang between his teeth:
"All the night they sleep,
But I never."
They made another mile. Again Pinocchio heard the voice. This time it said, "Bear in mind, simpleton, that boys who refuse to study, throw away their books and do nothing but play and amuse themselves will sooner or later come to a bad end. I know it for I have tried it, but I cannot say any more. Someday you will cry as I do now, but then it will be too late."
At these whispered words the marionette was more frightened than ever. Jumping to the ground he put his ear to the donkey's nose. Imagine his surprise when he saw that the donkey was crying just like a little boy!
"Mr. Coachman," cried Pinocchio, "do you know that this donkey can cry, and just like a boy at that?”
“Let him cry. He will laugh when he has some hay."
"But who taught him to talk?"
