Guess!

What was it? I will tell you, my dear little readers. On awakening, Pinocchio put his hand up to his head and there he found --

He found that, during the night, his ears had grown at least ten full inches!

He went in search of a mirror, but not finding any, he just filled a basin with water and looked at himself. There he saw what he never could have wished to see. His manly figure was adorned and enriched by a beautiful pair of donkey's ears.

I leave you to think of the terrible grief, the shame, the despair of the poor Marionette.

Everyone, at one time or another, has found some surprise awaiting him. Of the kind which Pinocchio had on that eventful morning of his life, there are but few.

You must know that the Marionette, even from his birth, had very small ears, so small indeed that to the naked eye they could hardly be seen. Fancy how he felt when he noticed that overnight those two dainty organs had become as long as shoe brushes!

He began to cry, to scream, to knock his head against the wall, but the more he shrieked, the longer and the more hairy grew his ears.

"Within two or three hours you will become a real donkey, just like the ones that pull the fruit carts to market."

"A little."

"I am sick, my little Dormouse, very, very sick -- and from an illness which frightens me! Do you understand how to feel the pulse?"

The Dormouse took Pinocchio's wrist between her paws and, after a few minutes, looked up at him sorrowfully and said:

"I don't know anything about that fever," answered the Marionette, beginning to understand even too well what was happening to him.

"Then I will tell you all about it," said the Dormouse. "Know then that, within two or three hours, you will no longer be a Marionette, nor a boy."

"What shall I be?"

"What is the matter, dear little neighbor?"

"But what fever is it?"

"What is it?"

"You have a very bad fever."

"The donkey fever."

"Feel mine then and tell me if I have a fever."

"My friend, I am sorry, but I must give you some very sad news."

At those piercing shrieks, a Dormouse came into the room, a fat little Dormouse, who lived upstairs. Seeing Pinocchio so grief-stricken, she asked him anxiously:

"But is it really so?" asked the Marionette, sobbing bitterly.

"Oh, what have I done? What have I done?" cried Pinocchio, grasping his two long ears in his hands and pulling and tugging at them angrily, just as if they belonged to another.

"But the fault is not mine. Believe me, little Dormouse, the fault is all Lamp-Wick's."

"My dear boy," answered the Dormouse to cheer him up a bit, "why worry now? What is done cannot be undone, you know. Fate has decreed that all lazy boys who come to hate books and schools and teachers and spend all their days with toys and games must sooner or later turn into donkeys."

"I am sorry to say it is. And tears now are useless. You should have thought of all this before."

"And who is this Lamp-Wick?"

"A classmate of mine. I wanted to return home. I wanted to be obedient. I wanted to study and to succeed in school, but Lamp-Wick said to me, 'Why do you want to waste your time studying? Why do you want to go to school? Come with me to the Land of Toys. There we'll never study again. There we can enjoy ourselves and be happy from morn till night.'"

"Why? Because, my dear little Dormouse, I am a heedless Marionette -- heedless and heartless. Oh! If I had only had a bit of heart, I should never have abandoned that good Fairy, who loved me so well and who has been so kind to me! And by this time, I should no longer be a Marionette. I should have become a real boy, like all these friends of mine! Oh, if I meet Lamp-Wick I am going to tell him what I think of him -- and more, too!"

"And why did you follow the advice of that false friend?"

After this long speech, Pinocchio walked to the door of the room. But when he reached it, remembering his donkey ears, he felt ashamed to show them to the public and turned back. He took a large cotton bag from a shelf, put it on his head, and pulled it far down to his very nose.

Thus adorned, he went out. He looked for Lamp-Wick everywhere, along the streets, in the squares, inside the theatres, everywhere; but he was not to be found. He asked everyone whom he met about him, but no one had seen him. In desperation, he returned home and knocked at the door.

"I beg your pardon, my friend, but why then are you wearing that cotton bag over your ears?"

"Oh, my poor Pinocchio!"

"Who is it?" asked Lamp-Wick from within.

"Why should I lie to you?"

But pretending he had seen nothing, he asked with a smile:

"My friend must be suffering from the same sickness that I am! I wonder if he, too, has donkey fever?"

An embarrassingly long silence followed these words, during which time the two friends looked at each other in a mocking way.

"Is that really true?"

"It is I!" answered the Marionette.

"How are you, my dear Lamp-Wick?"

At the sight of that bag, Pinocchio felt slightly happier and thought to himself:

After a full half hour the door opened. Another surprise awaited Pinocchio! There in the room stood his friend, with a large cotton bag on his head, pulled far down to his very nose.

"The doctor has ordered it because I have bruised my foot."

"Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick!"

"The doctor has ordered it because one of my knees hurts. And you, dear Marionette, why are you wearing that cotton bag down to your nose?"

"Wait a minute."

"Very well. Like a mouse in a Parmesan cheese."

"Never! Still, since this morning my ear has been torturing me."

"Ready then!"

"Let us take off our caps together. All right?"

And then a scene took place which is hard to believe, but it is all too true. The Marionette and his friend, Lamp-Wick, when they saw each other both stricken by the same misfortune, instead of feeling sorrowful and ashamed, began to poke fun at each other, and after much nonsense, they ended by bursting out into hearty laughter.

"I'm afraid it is."

"Well, then," said the Marionette, "let us make a contract."

"Both of them, too. I wonder if it could be the same sickness."

"Why not? But before I show you mine, I want to see yours, dear Pinocchio."

"Tell me, Lamp-Wick, dear friend, have you ever suffered from an earache?"

"Yours, too? And which ear is it?"

"Will you let me see your ears?"

"Let's hear the contract!"

At the word "Three!" the two boys pulled off their caps and threw them high in air.

"So has mine."

Pinocchio began to count, "One! Two! Three!"

Finally the Marionette, in a voice sweet as honey and soft as a flute, said to his companion:

"Never! And you?"

"Will you do me a favor, Lamp-Wick?"

"All right."

"Both of them. And yours?"

"No, my dear! Yours first, then mine."

"Gladly! With my whole heart."

"No. You must show yours first."

But all of a sudden Lamp-Wick stopped laughing. He tottered and almost fell. Pale as a ghost, he turned to Pinocchio and said:

"What is the matter?"

They laughed and laughed, and laughed again -- laughed till they ached -- laughed till they cried.

"Open! I am the Little Man, the driver of the wagon which brought you here. Open, I say, or beware!"

"Oh, help me! I can no longer stand up."

They had hardly finished speaking, when both of them fell on all fours and began running and jumping around the room. As they ran, their arms turned into legs, their faces lengthened into snouts and their backs became covered with long gray hairs.

"Help, help, Pinocchio!"

This was humiliation enough, but the most horrible moment was the one in which the two poor creatures felt their tails appear. Overcome with shame and grief, they tried to cry and bemoan their fate.

"I can't either," cried Pinocchio; and his laughter turned to tears as he stumbled about helplessly.

At that moment, a loud knocking was heard at the door and a voice called to them:

But what is done can't be undone! Instead of moans and cries, they burst forth into loud donkey brays, which sounded very much like, "Haw! Haw! Haw!"