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Chapter 27

           Sometookanibble,sometookabite,butnosoonerhadtheytastedapageortwo,thantheyspatthemoutwithawryface,asiftosay: 

           "Whatahorridtaste!Ourownfoodissomuchbetter!" 

           Meanwhile,thebattlewaxedmoreandmorefurious.Atthenoise,alargeCrabcrawledslowlyoutofthewaterand,withavoicethatsoundedlikeatrombonesufferingfromacold,hecriedout: 

           "Stopfighting,yourascals!Thesebattlesbetweenboysrarelyendwell.Troubleissuretocometoyou!" 

           PoorCrab!Hemightaswellhavespokentothewind.Insteadoflisteningtohisgoodadvice,Pinocchioturnedtohimandsaidasroughlyasheknewhow: 

           "Keepquiet,uglyGab!Itwouldbebetterforyoutochewafewcoughdropstogetridofthatcoldyouhave.Gotobedandsleep!Youwillfeelbetterinthemorning." 

           Inthemeantime,theboys,havingusedalltheirbooks,lookedaroundfornewammunition.SeeingPinocchio’sbundlelyingidlenear-by,theysomehowmanagedtogetholdofit. 

           Oneofthebookswasaverylargevolume,anarithmetictext,heavilyboundinleather.ItwasPinocchio’spride.Amongallhisbooks,helikedthatonethebest. 

           Thinkingitwouldmakeafinemissile,oneoftheboystookholdofitandthrewitwithallhisstrengthatPinocchio’shead. ButinsteadofhittingtheMarionette,thebookstruckoneoftheotherboys,who,aspaleasaghost,criedoutfaintly: "Oh,Mother,help!I’mdying!" andfellsenselesstotheground. 

           Atthesightofthatpalelittlecorpse,theboysweresofrightenedthattheyturnedtailandran.Inafewmoments,allhaddisappeared. 

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