"Full speed!” And Pinocchio ran as hard as he could. While he was running the director raising a pistol, fired twice. At the sound the donkey pretending to be hit, fell flat on the floor and lay there motionless. Rising to an outburst of applause which could be heard for miles, Pinocchio lifted his head and looked at the audience. In one of the boxes he saw a beautiful lady wearing around her neck a heavy gold chain from which hung a medallion, and on the medallion was engraved the portrait of a puppet.
"That is my picture! That lady is my Fairy” said Pinocchio to himself, recognizing her instantly. He tried to cry out "Oh my Fairy! Oh, my Fairy!" but instead of these words there burst from his throat such a braying that everyone laughed, especially the boys. Then the director, in order to teach him better manners than to bray at an audience, gave him a blow on the nose with the handle of his whip. The poor donkey licked his nose at least a dozen times, hoping to ease his pain, but what was his despair, when, turning a second time toward the Fairy, he found that she had disappeared.
