PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS
Finding that the door remained shut the little man burst it open with a
violent kick and, coming into the room, he said to Pinocchio and
Candlewick with his usual little laugh:
"Well done, boys! You brayed well, and I recognized you by your voices.
That is why I am here."
At these words the two little donkeys were quite stupefied and stood
with their heads down, their ears lowered, and their tails between their
legs.
At first the little man stroked and caressed them; then, taking out a
currycomb, he currycombed them well. And when by this process he had
polished them till they shone like two mirrors, he put a halter round
their necks and led them to the market-place, in hopes of selling them
and making a good profit.
And indeed buyers were not wanting. Candlewick was bought by a peasant
whose donkey had died the previous day. Pinocchio was sold to the
director of a company of buffoons and tight-rope dancers, who bought him
that he might teach him to leap and to dance with the other animals
belonging to the company.
And now, my little readers, you will have understood the fine trade that
little man pursued. The wicked little monster, who had a face all milk
and honey, made frequent journeys round the world with his coach. As he
went along he collected, with promises and flattery, all the idle boys
who had taken a dislike to books and school. As soon as his coach was
full he conducted them to the "Land of Boobies," that they might pass
their time in games, in uproar, and in amusement. When these poor,
deluded boys, from continual play and no study, had become so many
little donkeys, he took possession of them with great delight and
satisfaction, and carried them off to the fairs and markets to be sold.
And in this way he had in a few years made heaps of money and had become
a millionaire.
What became of Candlewick I do not know, but I do know that Pinocchio
from the very first day had to endure a very hard, laborious life.
When he was put into his stall his master filled the manger with straw;
but Pinocchio, having tried a mouthful, spat it out again.
Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with hay; but neither did
the hay please him.
"Ah!" exclaimed his master in a passion. "Does not hay please you
either? Leave it to me, my fine donkey; if you are so full of caprices I
will find a way to cure you!"
And by way of correcting him he struck his legs with his whip.
Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and he said, braying:
"Hee-haw! I cannot digest straw!"
"Then eat hay!" said his master, who understood perfectly the asinine
dialect.
"Hee-haw! hay gives me a pain in my stomach."
"Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey like you must be kept on
breasts of chickens, and capons in jelly?" asked his master, getting
more and more angry, and whipping him again.
At this second whipping Pinocchio prudently held his tongue and said
nothing more.
The stable was then shut and Pinocchio was left alone. He had not eaten
for many hours and he began to yawn from hunger. And when he yawned he
opened a mouth that seemed as wide as an oven.
At last, finding nothing else in the manger, he resigned himself and
chewed a little hay; and after he had chewed it well, he shut his eyes
and swallowed it.
"This hay is not bad," he said to himself; "but how much better it would
have been if I had gone on with my studies! Instead of hay I might now
be eating a hunch of new bread and a fine slice of sausage. But I must
have patience!"
The next morning when he woke he looked in the manger for a little more
hay; but he found none, for he had eaten it all during the night.
Then he took a mouthful of chopped straw, but whilst he was chewing it
he had to acknowledge that the taste of chopped straw did not in the
least resemble a savory dish of macaroni or pie.
"But I must have patience!" he repeated as he went on chewing. "May my
example serve at least as a warning to all disobedient boys who do not
want to study. Patience!"
"Patience indeed!" shouted his master, coming at that moment into the
stable. "Do you think, my little donkey, that I bought you only to give
you food and drink? I bought you to make you work, and that you might
earn money for me. Up, then, at once! you must come with me into the
circus, and there I will teach you to jump through hoops, to go through
frames of paper head foremost, to dance waltzes and polkas, and to stand
upright on your hind legs."
Poor Pinocchio, either by love or by force, had to learn all these fine
things. But it took him three months before he had learned them, and he
got many a whipping that nearly took off his skin.
At last a day came when his master was able to announce that he would
give a really extraordinary representation. The many colored placards
stuck on the street corners were thus worded:
GREAT FULL DRESS REPRESENTATION
TONIGHT
WILL TAKE PLACE THE USUAL FEATS AND SURPRISING
PERFORMANCES EXECUTED BY ALL THE ARTISTS
AND BY ALL THE HORSES OF THE COMPANY
AND MOREOVER
THE FAMOUS
LITTLE DONKEY PINOCCHIO
CALLED
THE STAR OF THE DANCE
WILL MAKE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE
THE THEATER WILL BE BRILLIANTLY ILLUMINATED
[Illustration: In Less Than an Hour All His Friends Were Invited]
On that evening, as you may imagine, an hour before the play was to
begin the theater was crammed.
There was not a place to be had either in the pit or the stalls, or in
the boxes even, by paying its weight in gold.
The benches round the circus were crowded with children and with boys of
all ages, who were in a fever of impatience to see the famous little
donkey Pinocchio dance.
When the first part of the performance was over, the director of the
company, dressed in a black coat, white breeches, and big leather boots
that came above his knees, presented himself to the public, and, after
making a profound bow, he began with much solemnity the following
ridiculous speech:
"Respectable public, ladies and gentlemen! The humble undersigned being
a passer-by in this illustrious city, I have wished to procure for
myself the honor, not to say the pleasure, of presenting to this
intelligent and distinguished audience a celebrated little donkey, who
has already had the honor of dancing in the presence of His Majesty the
Emperor of all the principal courts of Europe.
"And, thanking you, I beg of you to help us with your inspiring presence
and to be indulgent to us."
This speech was received with much laughter and applause, but the
applause redoubled and became tumultuous when the little donkey
Pinocchio made his appearance in the middle of the circus. He was decked
out for the occasion. He had a new bridle of polished leather with brass
buckles and studs, and two white camelias in his ears. His mane was
divided and curled, and each curl was tied with bows of colored ribbon.
He had a girth of gold and silver round his body, and his tail was
plaited with amaranth and blue velvet ribbons. He was, in fact, a little
donkey to fall in love with!
The director, in presenting him to the public, added these few words:
"My respectable auditors! I am not here to tell you falsehoods of the
great difficulties that I have overcome in understanding and subjugating
this mammifer, whilst he was grazing at liberty amongst the mountains in
the plains of the torrid zone. I beg you will observe the wild rolling
of his eyes. Every means having been tried in vain to tame him, and to
accustom him to the life of domestic quadrupeds, I was often forced to
have recourse to the convincing argument of the whip. But all my
goodness to him, instead of gaining his affections, has, on the
contrary, increased his viciousness. However, following the system of
Gall, I discovered in his cranium a bony cartilage that the Faculty of
Medicine of Paris has itself recognized as the regenerating bulb of the
hair, and of dance. For this reason I have not only taught him to dance,
but also to jump through hoops and through frames covered with paper.
Admire him, and then pass your opinion on him! But before taking my
leave of you, permit me, ladies and gentlemen, to invite you to the
daily performance that will take place tomorrow evening; but in case the
weather should threaten rain, the performance will be postponed till
tomorrow morning at 11 ante-meridian of post-meridian."
Here the director made another profound bow, and, then turning to
Pinocchio, he said:
"Courage, Pinocchio! before you begin your feats make your bow to this
distinguished audience--ladies, gentlemen, and children."
Pinocchio obeyed, and bent both his knees till they touched the ground,
and remained kneeling until the director, cracking his whip, shouted to
him:
"At a foot's pace!"
Then the little donkey raised himself on his four legs and began to walk
round the theater, keeping at a foot's pace.
After a little the director cried:
"Trot!" and Pinocchio, obeying the order, changed to a trot.
"Gallop!" and Pinocchio broke into a gallop.
"Full gallop!" and Pinocchio went full gallop. But whilst he was going
full speed like a race horse the director, raising his arm in the air,
fired off a pistol.
At the shot the little donkey, pretending to be wounded, fell his whole
length in the circus, as if he were really dying.
As he got up from the ground amidst an outburst of applause, shouts and
clapping of hands, he naturally raised his head and looked up, and he
saw in one of the boxes a beautiful lady who wore round her neck a thick
gold chain from which hung a medallion. On the medallion was painted the
portrait of a puppet.
"That is my portrait! That lady is the Fairy!" said Pinocchio to
himself, recognizing her immediately; and, overcome with delight, he
tried to cry:
"Oh, my little Fairy! Oh, my little Fairy!"
But instead of these words a bray came from his throat, so sonorous and
so prolonged that all the spectators laughed, and more especially all
the children who were in the theater.
Then the director, to give him a lesson, and to make him understand that
it is not good manners to bray before the public, gave him a blow on his
nose with the handle of his whip.
The poor little donkey put his tongue out an inch and licked his nose
for at least five minutes, thinking perhaps that it would ease the pain
he felt.
But what was his despair when, looking up a second time, he saw that the
box was empty and that the Fairy had disappeared!
He thought he was going to die; his eyes filled with tears and he began
to weep. Nobody, however, noticed it, and least of all the director who,
cracking his whip, shouted:
"Courage, Pinocchio! Now let the audience see how gracefully you can
jump through the hoops."
Pinocchio tried two or three times, but each time that he came in front
of the hoop, instead of going through it, he found it easier to go under
it. At last he made a leap and went through it, but his right leg
unfortunately caught in the hoop, and that caused him to fall to the
ground doubled up in a heap on the other side.
When he got up he was lame and it was only with great difficulty that he
managed to return to the stable.
"Bring out Pinocchio! We want the little donkey! Bring out the little
donkey!" shouted all the boys in the theater, touched and sorry for the
sad accident.
But the little donkey was seen no more that evening.
The following morning the veterinary, that is, the doctor of animals,
paid him a visit, and declared that he would remain lame for life.
The director then said to the stable-boy:
"What do you suppose I can do with a lame donkey? He would eat food
without earning it. Take him to the market and sell him."
When they reached the market a purchaser was found at once. He asked the
stable-boy:
"How much do you want for that lame donkey?"
"Twenty dollars."
"I will give you two dollars. Don't suppose that I am buying him to make
use of; I am buying him solely for his skin. I see that his skin is very
hard and I intend to make a drum with it for the band of my village."
Imagine poor Pinocchio's feelings when he heard that he was destined to
become a drum!
As soon as the purchaser had paid his two dollars he conducted the
little donkey to the seashore. He then put a stone round his neck and,
tying a rope, the end of which he held in his hand, round his leg, he
gave him a sudden push and threw him into the water.
Pinocchio, weighted down by the stone, went at once to the bottom, and
his owner, keeping tight hold of the cord, sat down quietly on a piece
of rock to wait until the little donkey was drowned, intending then to
skin him.
[Illustration]