The Adventures of Pinocchio HTML version
Pinocchio, not having listened to the good advice of the Talking Cricket, falls into
the hands of the Assassins
"Dear, oh, dear! When I come to think of it," said the Marionette to himself, as he
once more set out on his journey, "we boys are really very unlucky. Everybody
scolds us, everybody gives us advice, everybody warns us. If we were to allow it,
everyone would try to be father and mother to us; everyone, even the Talking
Cricket. Take me, for example. Just because I would not listen to that
bothersome Cricket, who knows how many misfortunes may be awaiting me!
Assassins indeed! At least I have never believed in them, nor ever will. To speak
sensibly, I think assassins have been invented by fathers and mothers to frighten
children who want to run away at night. And then, even if I were to meet them on
the road, what matter? I'll just run up to them, and say, `Well, signori, what do
you want? Remember that you can't fool with me! Run along and mind your
business.' At such a speech, I can almost see those poor fellows running like the
wind. But in case they don't run away, I can always run myself. . ."
Pinocchio was not given time to argue any longer, for he thought he heard a
slight rustle among the leaves behind him.
He turned to look and behold, there in the darkness stood two big black
shadows, wrapped from head to foot in black sacks. The two figures leaped
toward him as softly as if they were ghosts.
"Here they come!" Pinocchio said to himself, and, not knowing where to hide the
gold pieces, he stuck all four of them under his tongue.
He tried to run away, but hardly had he taken a step, when he felt his arms
grasped and heard two horrible, deep voices say to him: "Your money or your