Pinocchio goes to school at last. The boys are amazed to see a puppet as a pupil, and try to tease him cruelly.
Read by Natasha
Illustrated by Chiara Civati
In the morning, bright and early, Pinocchio started for school.
Imagine what the boys said when they saw a Marionette enter the classroom! They laughed until they cried. Everyone played tricks on him. One pulled his hat off, another tugged at his coat, a third tried to paint a mustache under his nose. One even attempted to tie strings to his feet and his hands to make him dance.
For a while Pinocchio was very calm and quiet. Finally, however, he lost all patience and turning to his tormentors, he said to them threateningly:
"Careful, boys, I haven't come here to be made fun of. I'll respect you and I want you to respect me."
"Hurrah for Dr. Know-all! You have spoken like a printed book!" howled the boys, bursting with laughter. One of them, more impudent than the rest, put out his hand to pull the Marionette's nose.
But he was not quick enough, for Pinocchio stretched his leg under the table and kicked him hard on the shin.
"Oh, what hard feet!" cried the boy, rubbing the spot where the Marionette had kicked him.
"And what elbows! They are even harder than the feet!" shouted another one, who, because of some other trick, had received a blow in the stomach.
With that kick and that blow Pinocchio gained everybody's favor. Everyone admired him, danced attendance upon him, petted and caressed him.
As the days passed into weeks, even the teacher praised him, for he saw him attentive, hard working, and wide awake, always the first to come in the morning, and the last to leave when school was over.
Pinocchio's only fault was that he had too many friends. Among these were many well-known rascals, who cared not a jot for study or for success.
The teacher warned him each day, and even the good Fairy repeated to him many times:
"Take care, Pinocchio! Those bad companions will sooner or later make you lose your love for study. Some day they will lead you astray."
"There's no such danger," answered the Marionette, shrugging his shoulders and pointing to his forehead as if to say, "I'm too wise."
So it happened that one day, as he was walking to school, he met some boys who ran up to him and said:
"Have you heard the news?"
"A Shark as big as a mountain has been seen near the shore."
"Really? I wonder if it could be the same one I heard of when my father was drowned?"
"We are going to see it. Are you coming?"
"No, not I. I must go to school."
"What do you care about school? You can go there tomorrow. With a lesson more or less, we are always the same donkeys."
"And what will the teacher say?"
"Let him talk. He is paid to grumble all day long."
"And my mother?"
"Mothers don't know anything," answered those scamps.
"Do you know what I'll do?" said Pinocchio. "For certain reasons of mine, I, too, want to see that Shark; but I'll go after school. I can see him then as well as now."
"Poor simpleton!" cried one of the boys. "Do you think that a fish of that size will stand there waiting for you? He turns and off he goes, and no one will ever be the wiser."
"How long does it take from here to the shore?" asked the Marionette. "One hour there and back."
"Very well, then. Let's see who gets there first!" cried Pinocchio.
At the signal, the little troop, with books under their arms, dashed across the fields. Pinocchio led the way, running as if on wings, the others following as fast as they could.
Now and again, he looked back and, seeing his followers hot and tired, and with tongues hanging out, he laughed out heartily. Unhappy boy! If he had only known then the dreadful things that were to happen to him on account of his disobedience!
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September 10, 2013
Dear Nisha, Nisha’s mum Samantha, Nisha’s father Pravin and NIsha’s Sister Neha,
Thank you for the lovely comments. It’s wonderful that the whole family likes listening to Storynory !
I have listened to practically all of the story’s on story nory and I love them I like your accent Natasha it sounds like the characters are coming to life you describe them that well and Bertie I would really really like to meet you I’ve got everything from your workshop next time I come please can you be there? It would be great Pinocchio are very good stories please could you please put some more Pinocchio on I have finished all
September 15, 2013
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April 13, 2014
Dear Sandra thank you for your lovely comment. I hope you find some more stories here.