"Your illness is serious."
"I don't care."
"The fever in a few hours will carry you into the other world."
"I don't care."
"Are you not afraid of death?"
"I am not in the least afraid! I would rather die than drink that bitter medicine."
At that moment the door of the room flew open and four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders a little bier.
"What do you want with me?" cried Pinocchio, sitting up in bed in a great fright.
"We have come to take you," said the biggest rabbit.
"To take me? But I am not yet dead!"