beard, black as ink, reached to his feet, and almost tripped him as he walked. His mouth was as big as an oven, his eyes were like two lanterns of red glass with lights burning in them, and he carried a great whip made of snake skins and fox tails twisted together,and kept cracking it furiously. At his sudden and unexpected appearance, all the marionettes grew silent. Every one seemed to hold his breath. Why, you could have heard a fly walk! All the poor puppets trembled like leaves.
"Why have you come here and made all this disturbance in my theater?" he asked looking straight at Pinocchio, and speaking with the voice of an ogre with a cold in his head.
"Believe me, honored sir, it is not my fault," quavered Pinocchio.
"Don't talk back to me! I'll settle my account with you later."
The marionettes went on with the comedy and the manager went to the kitchen, where he was cooking a sheep for his supper, turning it slowly before the fire on a spit. As there was not enough fuel in the fire to finish
