rionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head."
At these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a fury, took a hammer from the
bench, and threw it with all his strength at the Talking Cricket.
Perhaps he did not think he would strike it. But, sad to relate, my dear children,
he did hit the Cricket, straight on its head.
With a last weak "cri-cri-cri" the poor Cricket fell from the wall,
dead!
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 fire
