Part 15 (1/2)

”Africans of Africa! What you see here is not, as you believe, an animal; at least, it is not a wild animal. It is a boy. He is like many other boys that are to be found in certain parts of the earth. How he happened to fall into my hands would be too long a story. When I tell you about his habits and his mode of living, you will be able to judge for yourselves how strange a creature he is. Just think, on arising in the morning, he wants to wash his face, neck, and hands, and with what?

Water!”

At these words, a murmur of surprise arose from the spectators, and some of the people laughed outright.

”That is not all,” he continued. ”When he has washed himself, he pa.s.ses through his hair an object, made of bone, that has long, pointed teeth. Do you understand his purpose?”

The mothers looked at one another, and some of them touched the woolly hair of their children, glad that their little ones did not have to undergo such hards.h.i.+ps.

”Nor is that all. You must know that when he wishes to blow his nose, he takes from his pocket a piece of linen, called a handkerchief, and blows his nose upon that.”

An outburst of laughter greeted these words and completely drowned the voice of the speaker.

”But there is more, my people! This individual possesses the ability to eat raw b.u.t.ter, yet his meat must be cooked. He takes porridge with a spoon and caries it to his mouth. He is even stupid enough to cut bread with a weapon called a knife.”

The astonishment was great! When it had subsided a little there was a rush to the huts. The people came out carrying water, raw meat, and b.u.t.ter. One brought a chicken, which the minister immediately killed and cooked.

At the word of command, Pinocchio washed his hands, neck, and face.

This the marionette did willingly, for he felt the need of it. Then the broiled chicken was given to him. Pinocchio, to the delight of all, cut off one of the legs with his knife, and having spread it with pieces of b.u.t.ter, proceeded to eat it with evident relish.

The women then wished to see him comb his hair. Pinocchio, who had no comb, pa.s.sed his fingers through his tangled locks, and finally succeeded in parting them. Then he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose. The children shouted with glee, and even the parents could not help laughing at the queer things the marionette did.