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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


The Marionette's joy knew no bounds. It is impossible to describe it, you must

picture it to yourself. Certain that he was dreaming, he turned the egg over and

over in his hands, fondled it, kissed it, and talked to it:

"And now, how shall I cook you? Shall I make an omelet? No, it is better to fry

you in a pan! Or shall I drink you? No, the best way is to fry you in the pan. You

will taste better."

No sooner said than done. He placed a little pan over a foot warmer full of hot

coals. In the pan, instead of oil or butter, he poured a little water. As soon as the

water started to boil--tac!--he broke the eggshell. But in place of the white and

the yolk of the egg, a little yellow Chick, fluffy and gay and smiling, escaped from

it. Bowing politely to Pinocchio, he said to him:

"Many, many thanks, indeed, Mr. Pinocchio, for having saved me the trouble of

breaking my shell! Good-by and good luck to you and remember me to the


With these words he spread out his wings and, darting to the open window, he

flew away into space till he was out of sight.

The poor Marionette stood as if turned to stone, with wide eyes, open mouth, and

the empty halves of the egg-shell in his hands. When he came to himself, he

began to cry and shriek at the top of his lungs, stamping his feet on the ground

and wailing all the while:

"The Talking Cricket was right! If I had not run away from home and if Father

were here now, I should not be dying of hunger. Oh, how horrible it is to be


And as his stomach kept grumbling more than ever and he had nothing to quiet it

with, he thought of going out for a walk to the near-by village, in the hope of

finding some charitable person who might give him a bit of bread.