The Adventures of Pinocchio HTML version

Chapter 4
The story of Pinocchio and the Talking Cricket, in which one sees that bad
children do not like to be corrected by those who know more than they do
Very little time did it take to get poor old Geppetto to prison. In the meantime that
rascal, Pinocchio, free now from the clutches of the Carabineer, was running
wildly across fields and meadows, taking one short cut after another toward
home. In his wild flight, he leaped over brambles and bushes, and across brooks
and ponds, as if he were a goat or a hare chased by hounds.
On reaching home, he found the house door half open. He slipped into the room,
locked the door, and threw himself on the floor, happy at his escape.
But his happiness lasted only a short time, for just then he heard someone
"Who is calling me?" asked Pinocchio, greatly frightened.
"I am!"
Pinocchio turned and saw a large cricket crawling slowly up the wall.
"Tell me, Cricket, who are you?"
"I am the Talking Cricket and I have been living in this room for more than one
hundred years."
"Today, however, this room is mine," said the Marionette, "and if you wish to do
me a favor, get out now, and don't turn around even once."