At that second beating, Pinocchio became very quiet and said no more.
After that, the door of the stable was closed and he
was left alone. It was many hours since he had eaten
anything and he started to yawn from hunger. As he
yawned, he opened a mouth as big as an oven.
Finally, not finding anything else in the manger,
he tasted the hay. After tasting it, he chewed it well,
closed his eyes, and swallowed it.
"This hay is not bad," he said to himself. "But how
much happier I should be if I had studied! Just now,
instead of hay, I should be eating some good bread
and butter. Patience!"
Next morning, when he awoke, Pinocchio looked in
the manger for more hay, but it was all gone. He had
eaten it all during the night.
He tried the straw, but, as he chewed away at it, he
noticed to his great disappointment that it tasted neither
like rice nor like macaroni.
"Patience!" he repeated as he chewed. "If only my
misfortune might serve as a lesson to disobedient boys
who refuse to study! Patience! Have patience!"
"Patience indeed!" shouted his master just then, as he
came into the stable. "Do you think, perhaps, my little
Donkey, that I have brought you here only to give you
food and drink? Oh, no! You are to help me earn some
fine gold pieces, do you hear? Come along, now. I am
going to teach you to jump and bow, to dance a waltz and
a polka, and even to stand on your head."
Poor Pinocchio, whether he liked it or not, had to learn
all these wonderful things; but it took him three long
months and cost him many, many lashings before he was
pronounced perfect.
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