understood donkey dialect very well.
"Hee-haw! Hay gives me a stomach ache."
"Do you mean that a donkey like you thinks he should be fed on breast of jellied chicken?" asked the master, and gave him another lash of the whip.
At the second stroke Pinocchio prudently kept quiet and said nothing. Meanwhile the stable was closed, and Pinocchio was left alone. He had not eaten anything for hours and he was very hungry. He opened his mouth and was surprised to find it so large. At last, finding nothing in the place but hay he took a little and after chewing it well he closed his eyes and swallowed. Then he said to himself: "This hay is not so bad after all. But how much better off I should have been if I had not run away! Now I should be eating bread and sausage instead of this dry stuff. Oh my! Oh my!"
When he awoke the next morning he searched his manger but he had eaten all the hay, so he took a mouthful of straw and tried that. It did not taste as good as Milanese rice or Neapolitan macaroni, but he managed to eat it.
