Chapter 6

           Pinocchiohatedthedarkstreet,buthewassohungrythat,inspiteofit,heranoutofthehouse.Thenightwaspitchblack.Itthundered,andbrightflashesoflightningnowandagainshotacrossthesky,turningitintoaseaoffire.Anangrywindblewcoldandraiseddensecloudsofdust,whilethetreesshookandmoanedinaweirdway. 

           Pinocchiowasgreatlyafraidofthunderandlightning,butthehungerhefeltwasfargreaterthanhisfear.Inadozenleapsandbounds,hecametothevillage,tiredout,puffinglikeawhale,andwithtonguehanging. 

           Thewholevillagewasdarkanddeserted.Thestoreswereclosed,thedoors,thewindows.Inthestreets,notevenadogcouldbeseen.ItseemedtheVillageoftheDead. 

           Pinocchio,indesperation,ranuptoadoorway,threwhimselfuponthebell,andpulleditwildly,sayingtohimself:"Someonewillsurelyanswerthat!" 

           Hewasright.Anoldmaninanightcapopenedthewindowandlookedout.Hecalleddownangrily: 

           "Whatdoyouwantatthishourofnight?" 

           "Willyoubegoodenoughtogivemeabitofbread?Iamhungry." 

           "WaitaminuteandI’llcomerightback,"answeredtheoldfellow, thinkinghehadtodealwithoneofthoseboyswholovetoroamaroundatnightringingpeople’sbellswhiletheyarepeacefullyasleep. 

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