"May I see him?" asked Pinocchio.
"Yes, indeed. He's over there in the stable."
As Pinocchio entered the barn he saw a beautiful little donkey stretched on the straw, and apparently worn out with overwork. Pinocchio recognized him at once. “I think I know that donkey," he said. Bending down and speaking to it in the donkey language he said, "Who are you?"
At the question the donkey opened his tired eyes and replied in the same language, "I am Candlewick," and then he closed his eyes again.
"Oh, my poor Candlewick," said Pinocchio in a low voice, and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Why do you take so much interest in a donkey that cost you not a cent? I paid real money for him."
"I will tell you. He was a friend of mine."
"A friend?"
"Yes, a schoolmate."
"Well, well!" shouted Giangio, bursting into laughter. "So you had donkeys for
