PINOCCHIO PERFORMS FOR THE PUBLIC
With the cage on his head the ex-minister walked into the village,
whistling as he went to attract the attention of the people.
P-r-r-p, p-r-r-p, p-r-r-p!
It was a holiday, and the people flocked around him. Everybody wanted
to see, everybody wanted to admire the rare animal in the cage. Shouts
of wonder burst forth on all sides.
It is easy to fancy how Pinocchio felt! He longed to be a cricket, or a
mouse, so that he might hide in some hole. How he wished that he were a
butterfly or a bird and could fly to his home!
He stood there, huddled up in one corner of the cage, trying to present
as little of his body as possible to the eager eyes of the crowd. He
prayed for aid with all his heart. It was useless. The cruel master saw
that the square was filled with people, eager to look at the
marionette. He opened the cage, and when Pinocchio stepped out he made
him run around in circles like a monkey.
Then the minister addressed the people:
Africans of Africa! What you see here is not, as you believe, an
animal; at least, it is not a wild animal. It is a boy. He is like many
other boys that are to be found in certain parts of the earth. How he
happened to fall into my hands would be too long a story. When I tell
you about his habits and his mode of living, you will be able to judge
for yourselves how strange a creature he is. Just think, on arising in
the morning, he wants to wash his face, neck, and hands,and with what?
Water!
At these words, a murmur of surprise arose from the spectators, and
some of the people laughed outright.
That is not all, he continued. When he has washed himself, he passes
through his hair an object, made of bone, that has long, pointed teeth.
Do you understand his purpose?
The mothers looked at one another, and some of them touched the woolly
hair of their children, glad that their little ones did not have to
undergo such hardships.
Nor is that all. You must know that when he wishes to blow his nose,
he takes from his pocket a piece of linen, called a handkerchief, and
blows his nose upon that.
An outburst of laughter greeted these words and completely drowned the
voice of the speaker.
But there is more, my people! This individual possesses the ability to
eat raw butter, yet his meat must be cooked. He takes porridge with a
spoon and caries it to his mouth. He is even stupid enough to cut bread
with a weapon called a knife.
The astonishment was great! When it had subsided a little there was a
rush to the huts. The people came out carrying water, raw meat, and
butter. One brought a chicken, which the minister immediately killed
and cooked.
At the word of command, Pinocchio washed his hands, neck, and face.
This the marionette did willingly, for he felt the need of it. Then the
broiled chicken was given to him. Pinocchio, to the delight of all, cut
off one of the legs with his knife, and having spread it with pieces of
butter, proceeded to eat it with evident relish.
The women then wished to see him comb his hair. Pinocchio, who had no
comb, passed his fingers through his tangled locks, and finally
succeeded in parting them. Then he drew a handkerchief from his pocket
and blew his nose. The children shouted with glee, and even the parents
could not help laughing at the queer things the marionette did.