"But I do not want to be digested!" howled Pinocchio, beginning to cry again.
"Neither do I want to be digested," added the Tunny; "but I am enough of a philosopher to console myself by thinking that when one is born a Tunny it is more dignified to die in the water than in oil."
"That is all nonsense!" cried Pinocchio.
"It is my opinion," replied the Tunny, "and opinions, so say the political Tunnies, ought to be respected."
"To sum it all up, I want to get away from here. I want to escape."
"Escape, if you are able!"
"Is this Dog-Fish who has swallowed us very big?" asked the puppet.
"Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long without counting his tail."
Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark, Pinocchio thought that he saw a light a long way off.
"What is that little light I see in the distance?" he asked.