While poor Pinocchio swung from the branch of the Big Oak, more dead than alive, the beautiful Fairy with the Blue Hair came to the window once more. Pitying the poor puppet she clapped her hands three times, and at this signal there was a beating of wings and a great falcon came and lighted on the window sill.
"What do you command, my gracious fairy?" asked the falcon, dipping his beak in respect. For the Fairy with the Blue Hair was none other than a beautiful enchantress, who for more than a thousand years had lived in the neighborhood of this forest.
"Do you see that marionette hanging from a branch of the Big Oak?"