"Neither do I," replied the Tunny, "but I am philosopher enough to console myself with the thought that it is more dignified, if one is a Tunny fish, to die under water than to be soaked in vinegar."
"Nonsense!” cried Pinocchio.
"It is my opinion," replied the Tunny, "and the opinions of fishes should be respected."
"As for me," Pinocchio went on, "I want to get away from here. I want to escape."
"Well, escape if you can."
"Is the Dogfish very large?" asked themarionette.
"Why, his body is a mile long without counting his tail."
As they were talking, Pinocchio thought he saw in the distance a little glimmer of light. “What can that be?” he asked.
"Probably some poor unfortunate like ourselves, waiting to be digested."
"Well, I am going to find out. It may be some old fish that can tell me the way out of here."
“I wish you luck, my poor marionette."
"Goodby, Tunny."
