When he awoke the next morning he looked into his manger, but he had eaten all the hay. Then he took a mouthful of straw and tried that. It did not taste so good as rice alla Milanese or macaroni alla Napolitana; but he managed to eat it.
“Oh me!” he said while he ate; “oh, if I could only warn other boys of my misfortune, how happy I should be! Oh me! oh me!”
“Oh me!” repeated the master, entering the stall at that moment. “Do you think, donkey, that I have bought you just to watch you eat and drink? Oh no! I bought you so that you could earn some money for me. Come with me and I will teach you how to jump and bow; and then you must dance the waltz and the polka and stand up on your hind legs.”
Poor Pinocchio! He had a hard struggle. It took him three months to learn those things and he received many a blow from his teacher.
