" I was so hungry. . . .
 
" Hunger, my boy, is not a good reason for
 appropriating what does not belong to us... .”
 
‘That 1s true, that is true! " said Pinocchio,
 crying. " I will never do it again.”
 
At this moment their conversation was in¬
 terrupted by a slight sound of approaching
 footsteps. It was the owner of the field coming
 on tiptoe to see if one of the polecats that ate
 his chickens during the night had been caught
 in his trap.
 
His astonishment was great when, having
 brought out his lantern from under his coat,
 he perceived that instead of a polecat a boy
 had been taken.
 
Ah, little thief!” said the angry peasant,
 “then it is you who carry off my chickens? "
 
‘“ No, 1t is not [; indeed it is not!” cried
 Pinocchio, sobbing. “I only came into the
 field to take two bunches of grapes!...”
 
" He who steals grapes is quite capable of
 stealing chickens. Leave it to me, I will give
 you a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry.”
 
Opening the trap he seized the puppet by
 the collar, and carried him to his house as if he
 had been a young lamb.
 
When he reached the yard in front of the
 house he threw him roughly on the ground, and
 putting his foot on his necx he said to him: