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Chapter 28

           WhentheFishermanpulledthenetoutofthesea,hecriedoutjoyfully: 

           "BlessedProvidence!OncemoreI’llhaveafinemealoffish!" 

           "ThankHeaven,I’mnotafish!"saidPinocchiotohimself,tryingwiththesewordstofindalittlecourage. 

           TheFishermantookthenetandthefishtothecave,adark,gloomy,smokyplace.Inthemiddleofit,apanfullofoilsizzledoverasmokyfire,sendingoutarepellingodoroftallowthattookawayone’sbreath. 

           "Now,let’sseewhatkindoffishwehavecaughttoday,"saidtheGreenFisherman.Heputahandasbigasaspadeintothenetandpulledoutahandfulofmullets. 

           "Finemullets,these!"hesaid,afterlookingatthemandsmellingthemwithpleasure. Afterthat,hethrewthemintoalarge,emptytub. 

           Manytimesherepeatedthisperformance.Ashepulledeachfishoutofthenet,hismouthwateredwiththethoughtofthegooddinnercoming,andhesaid: 

           "Finefish,thesebass!" 

           "Verytasty,thesewhitefish!" 

           "Deliciousflounders,these!" 

           "Whatsplendidcrabs!" 

           "Andthesedearlittleanchovies,withtheirheadsstillon!" 

           Asyoucanwellimagine,thebass,theflounders,thewhitefish,andeventhelittleanchoviesallwenttogetherintothetubtokeepthemulletscompany. ThelasttocomeoutofthenetwasPinocchio. 

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