"I do not really know, father," said the marionette, "but it has been a horrible night, and I shall remember it as long as I live."
Sobbing out a confused account of his night's misfortunes, from the talking cricket and the flying egg to the pitcher of water he ended: "And now I have no feet any more, and I am still hungry. Oh dear, oh dear," and poor Pinocchio began to cry so hard that he could be heard for miles.
Geppetto had understood only one thing from all this jumbled story, and that was that the marionette was dying of hunger, so he made haste to pull three pears out of his pocket, and handing them to the puppet he said, "These were to have been my breakfast, but I will give them to you gladly. Eat them and I hope you will feel better."
"If you want me to eat these pears, you will have to peel them for me."
"Peel them?" repeated Geppetto in surprise. "I would never have believed that you could be so hard to please. Bad boy! In this world little boys must eat what is given to them."
