he breathed it seemed like the North Wind blowing.
At first Pinocchio tried to be brave, but when he had hunted and hunted for a way out and found he was fast in the body of the great fish he began to cry and scream: "Help! Help! Oh, dear me! Is there no one to save me?"
"Who wants to be saved?" asked a voice that sounded in the darkness like a guitar out of tune.
"Who is that speaking?" asked Pinocchio, nearly frozen with fear.
"It is I. I am a poor Tunny fish who was swallowed at the same time you were. What kind of a fish are you?"
"I am no fish. I am a marionette."
"Then why, if you are not a fish, did you let yourself be swallowed by the monster?"
“I couldn't help it. And now what shall we do in this dark place?"
"We must resign ourselves to our fate and wait until we are digested."
"But I do not want to be digested," said Pinocchio, beginning to cry again.
