“Buzz! buzz! buzz!”
The place swarmed with flies.
“Zz! zz! Zeeee, zeeee, zmm, zmmm!”
Out in the night frogs croaked, birds cried, wild animals howled.
“What a place to sleep in!” whined the poor emperor, flinging himself about on his hard bed.
Then he thought of his own small cot, neat and clean, in which he had so often peacefully slept and dreamed pleasant dreams. It will not seem strange that Pinocchio wished that he were at home again, instead of being a king in Africa.
Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all the African kings, passed a very wretched night. He felt hot and feverish, and he was afraid that he was going to die before morning came.
