of their nests."

"Poor little goose! But do you not know that in that way you will grow
up a perfect donkey, and that every one will make fun of you?"

"Hold your tongue, you wicked, ill-omened croaker!" shouted Pinocchio.

But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical, instead of becoming
angry at this impertinence, continued in the same tone:

"But if you do not wish to go to school why not at least learn a trade,
if only to enable you to earn honestly a piece of bread!"

"Do you want me to tell you?" replied Pinocchio, who was beginning to
lose patience. "Amongst all the trades in the world there is only one
that really takes my fancy."

"And that trade--what is it?"

"It is to eat, drink, sleep and amuse myself, and to lead a vagabond
life from morning to night."

"As a rule," said the Talking-Cricket, "all those who follow that trade
end almost always either in a hospital or in prison."

"Take care, you wicked, ill-omened croaker! Woe to you if I fly into a
passion!"

"Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you!"