possession of them with great delight and satisfaction, and carried them off to the fairs and markets to be sold. And in this way he had in a few years made heaps of money and had become a millionaire.
What became of Candlewick I do not know; but I do know that Pinocchio from the very first day had to endure a very hard, laborious life.
When he was put into his stall his master filled the manger with straw; but Pinocchio having tried a mouthful spat it out again.
Then his master, grumbling, filled the manger with hay; but neither did the hay please him.
'Ah!' exclaimed his master in a passion. 'Does not hay please you either? Leave it to me, my fine donkey; if you are so full of caprices I will find a way to cure you! . . .'
And by way of correcting him he struck his legs with his whip.
Pinocchio began to cry and to bray with pain, and he said, braying:
'J-a, j-a, I cannot digest straw! . . .'
'Then eat hay!' said his master, who understood perfectly the asinine dialect.
'J-a, j-a, hay gives me a pain in my stomach.'
'Do you mean to pretend that a little donkey like you must be kept on breasts of chickens, and capons in jelly?' asked his
