"Oh! How lovely!" cried Pinocchio, jumping with joy.
"You will obey me always and do as I wish?"
"Gladly, very gladly, more than gladly!"
"Beginning tomorrow," said the Fairy, "you'll go to school every day."
Pinocchio's face fell a little.
"Then you will choose the trade you like best."
Pinocchio became more serious.
"What are you mumbling to yourself?" asked the Fairy.
"I was just saying," whined the Marionette in a whisper,
"that it seems too late for me to go to school now."
"No, indeed. Remember it is never too late to learn."
"But I don't want either trade or profession."
"Why?"
"Because work wearies me!"
"My dear boy," said the Fairy, "people who speak as
you do usually end their days either in a prison or in a
hospital. A man, remember, whether rich or poor, should
do something in this world. No one can find happiness
without work. Woe betide the lazy fellow! Laziness is a
serious illness and one must cure it immediately; yes, even
from early childhood. If not, it will kill you in the end."
These words touched Pinocchio's heart. He lifted
his eyes to his Fairy and said seriously:
"I'll work; I'll study; I'll do all you tell me.
After all, the life of a Marionette has grown very tiresome
to me and I want to become a boy, no matter how hard it is.
You promise that, do you not?"
"Yes, I promise, and now it is up to you."
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