The salmon is a fish that lives both in rivers and in seas. Like the swallow, he looks for warm places in which to pass the winter. So, in large numbers he migrates to the sea at that time of the year, and in the spring he returns to the rivers.
“This morning our breakfast will be light,” observed Tursio, swallowing three herring at once.
“I shall not eat anything. I don’t feel very well. Besides, salmon is the only thing I can eat,” said Marsovino.
Tursio, wishing to please his pupil, started to swim toward two very high rocks. They were so high that their tops stuck out of the water. Very probably they were the base of an island in the middle of the sea. But although he looked here, there, and everywhere, he could find no salmon.
Globicephalous satisfied his hunger with three dozen herring and half a bushel of smelts.
And Pinocchio? Pinocchio this time certainly did not suffer from lack of food.
Tursio had shown him a large rock, attached to which were hundreds of oysters. Some were of the size of a pinhead. Others were as large as a boy’s cap, and these were two years old.
“Go and have your breakfast,” said Tursio.
“Must I eat those horrible-looking things?” asked Pinocchio.
“Open them and see what is inside,” was the reply.