The Adventures of Pinocchio HTML version

Chapter 5
Pinocchio is hungry and looks for an egg to cook himself an omelet; but, to his
surprise, the omelet flies out of the window
If the Cricket's death scared Pinocchio at all, it was only for a very few moments.
For, as night came on, a queer, empty feeling at the pit of his stomach reminded
the Marionette that he had eaten nothing as yet.
A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling
had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was
as ravenous as a bear.
Poor Pinocchio ran to the fireplace where the pot was boiling and stretched out
his hand to take the cover off, but to his amazement the pot was only painted!
Think how he felt! His long nose became at least two inches longer.
He ran about the room, dug in all the boxes and drawers, and even looked under
the bed in search of a piece of bread, hard though it might be, or a cookie, or
perhaps a bit of fish. A bone left by a dog would have tasted good to him! But he
found nothing.
And meanwhile his hunger grew and grew. The only relief poor Pinocchio had
was to yawn; and he certainly did yawn, such a big yawn that his mouth
stretched out to the tips of his ears. Soon he became dizzy and faint. He wept
and wailed to himself: "The Talking Cricket was right. It was wrong of me to
disobey Father and to run away from home. If he were here now, I wouldn't be so
hungry! Oh, how horrible it is to be hungry!"
Suddenly, he saw, among the sweepings in a corner, something round and white
that looked very much like a hen's egg. In a jiffy he pounced upon it. It was an