Pinocchio under the sea

by Gemma Mongiardini-Rembadi

Pinocchio cared little for all this explanation. He looked at himself in the water, and was, after all, very much pleased with himself.

“This cap seems made for me,” he said. “Too bad I have no feather for it.”

“Perhaps we shall find one on our journey,” laughed Tursio.

“Where will you get it? In the sea?”

“Yes, in the sea,” answered Tursio, in a tone which made the impudent marionette almost believe him.

CHAPTER IV

“Well, children, let us hasten. If we talk so much, the sun will rise and find us here. Come, Pinocchio! Jump on my back and let us start.”

There was no need for Tursio to repeat his command. In the twinkling of an eye, Pinocchio was riding on the dolphin’s back, holding on tightly to the dorsal fin.