'That is all nonsense!' cried Pinocchio.
'It is my opinion,' replied the Tunny; 'and opinions, so say the political Tunnies, ought to be respected.'
'To sum it all up . . . I want to get away from here . . . I want to escape.'
'Escape if you are able! . . .'
'Is this Dog-fish who has swallowed us very big?' asked the puppet.
'Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long without counting his tail.'
Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark Pinocchio thought that he saw a light a long way off.
'What is that little light I see in the distance?' he asked.
'It is most likely some companion in misfortune who is waiting like us to be digested.'
'I will go and find him. Do you not think that it may by chance be some old fish who perhaps could show us how to escape?'
'I hope it may be so with all my heart, dear puppet.'
'Good-bye, Tunny.'
'Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend you.'
'Where shall we meet again? . . .'
'Who can say? . . . It is better not even to think of it!'
