What do you think? The Fairy let the marionette cry and weep for a good half hour because he could not go through the door on account of the length of his nose. She did this because she wished to teach him a lesson and correct that ugly vice of telling stories. But when she saw him so disfigured, his eyes nearly out of his head with desperation, she was moved to pity and struck her hands together. At that signal about a thousand birds called Woodpeckers flew into the room and, placing themselves on Pinocchio’s nose, picked at it so hard that in a few minutes it was reduced to its usual size.
“How good you are, my Fairy!” said the marionette, drying his eyes, “and how I like you!”
“I like you too,” replied the Fairy, “and if you will remain with me, you shall be my little brother and I will be your little sister.”
“I will stay willingly—but my poor papa!”
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