But, oh! He had no sooner touched a large red eel’s tail, than he gave a scream of pain. His shouts of laughter were changed to moans, and in his struggles the marionette fell out of the shell and tumbled on the sand.
“Help! Help! I am dying! Some one has killed me!” howled Pinocchio, so loudly that he could have been heard a mile away.
“Who is howling so? What is happening down there?” a deep voice called.
Pinocchio heard nothing. He could only think of his pain, and scream. He made such a noise that even the deaf could hear him.
“Well, may I know what has happened?” called the same voice, nearer now. “Why, it is Mr. Pinocchio!”
The words were uttered by a large dolphin with a head as round as an electric light globe. That dolphin was Globicephalous.
“You mean I was Pinocchio. Now I am dead, so I am no longer Pinocchio.”
“Why, what has happened to you?”
“‘Help! Help! I am Dying!’”