"How would you like to turn those miserable five pieces into ten, into a hundred, into a thousand?"
"Why of course, but how can it be done?"
"Very easy. Instead of going home, come with us."
"And where do you want to take me?"
"To the Country of the Owls."
Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then said firmly, "No, I will not go. My father is waiting for me. Poor man, perhaps when I did not return yesterday he may have worried about me and cried for me. I have been a bad boy, and the Talking Cricket was right when he said 'Disobedient boys never get along well in this world.' I have had one dreadful experience because I was bad. Only last night at the house of the Fire Eater I was in the greatest danger. Brrr! It makes me tremble to think of it."
"You are quite decided upon going home then?" said the fox. "All right, of course if you want to, but it will certainly be the worse for you."
"Yes it will be the worse for you," echoed the cat.
