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           "Why?" 

           "Becausethatfeatherpillowonmyfeetbothersme." 

           TheFairytookawaythepillow. 

           "It’snouse.Ican’tdrinkitevennow." 

           "What’sthematternow?" 

           "Idon’tlikethewaythatdoorlooks.It’shalfopen." 

           TheFairyclosedthedoor. 

           "Iwon’tdrinkit,"criedPinocchio,burstingoutcrying."Iwon’tdrinkthisawfulwater.Iwon’t.Iwon’t!No,no,no,no!" 

           "Myboy,you’llbesorry." 

           "Idon’tcare." 

           "Youareverysick." 

           "Idon’tcare." 

           "Inafewhoursthefeverwilltakeyoufarawaytoanotherworld." 

           "Idon’tcare." 

           "Aren’tyouafraidofdeath?" 

           "Notabit.I’dratherdiethandrinkthatawfulmedicine." 

           Atthatmoment,thedooroftheroomflewopenandincamefourRabbitsasblackasink,carryingasmallblackcoffinontheirshoulders. 

           "Whatdoyouwantfromme?"askedPinocchio. 

           "Wehavecomeforyou,"saidthelargestRabbit. 

           "Forme?ButI’mnotdeadyet!" 

           "No,notdeadyet;butyouwillbeinafewmomentssinceyouhaverefusedtotakethemedicinewhichwouldhavemadeyouwell." 

           "Oh,Fairy,myFairy,"theMarionettecriedout,"givemethatglass!Quick,please!Idon’twanttodie!No,no,notyet--notyet!" 

           Andholdingtheglasswithhistwohands,heswallowedthemedicineatonegulp. 

           "Well,"saidthefourRabbits,"thistimewehavemadethetripfornothing." 

           Andturningontheirheels,theymarchedsolemnlyoutoftheroom,carryingtheirlittleblackcoffinandmutteringandgrumblingbetweentheirteeth. 

           Inatwinkling,Pinocchiofeltfine.Withoneleaphewasoutofbedandintohisclothes.