"These soles are delicious!"
"And these crabs excellent!"
"What dear little anchovies!"
The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.
No sooner had the fisherman taken him out than he opened his big green eyes with astonishment and cried, half frightened:
"What species of fish is this? Fish of this kind I never remember to have eaten."
And he looked at him again attentively and, having examined him well all over, he ended by saying:
"I know: he must be a craw-fish."
Pinocchio, mortified at being mistaken for a craw-fish, said in an angry voice:
"A craw-fish indeed! Do you take me for a craw-fish? what treatment! Let me tell you that I am a puppet."