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Chapter 32

           TheDormousetookPinocchio’swristbetweenherpawsand,afterafewminutes,lookedupathimsorrowfullyandsaid: "Myfriend,Iamsorry,butImustgiveyousomeverysadnews." 

           "Whatisit?" 

           "Youhaveaverybadfever." 

           "Butwhatfeverisit?" 

           "Thedonkeyfever." 

           "Idon’tknowanythingaboutthatfever,"answeredtheMarionette,beginningtounderstandeventoowellwhatwashappeningtohim. 

           "ThenIwilltellyouallaboutit,"saidtheDormouse."Knowthenthat,withintwoorthreehours,youwillnolongerbeaMarionette,noraboy." 

           "WhatshallIbe?" 

           "Withintwoorthreehoursyouwillbecomearealdonkey,justliketheonesthatpullthefruitcartstomarket." 

           "Oh,whathaveIdone?WhathaveIdone?"criedPinocchio,graspinghistwolongearsinhishandsandpullingandtuggingatthemangrily,justasiftheybelongedtoanother. 

           "Mydearboy,"answeredtheDormousetocheerhimupabit,"whyworrynow?Whatisdonecannotbeundone,youknow.Fatehasdecreedthatalllazyboyswhocometohatebooksandschoolsandteachersandspendalltheirdayswithtoysandgamesmustsoonerorlaterturnintodonkeys." 

           "Butisitreallyso?"askedtheMarionette,sobbingbitterly. 

           "Iamsorrytosayitis.Andtearsnowareuseless.Youshouldhavethoughtofallthisbefore." 

           "Butthefaultisnotmine.Believeme,littleDormouse,thefaultisallLamp-Wick’s." 

           "AndwhoisthisLamp-Wick?" 

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