Geppetto, thinking that all these tears and cries were only new pranks his marionette had dreamed up, climbed up the side of the house and crawled in through the open window.
At first he was very angry, but when he saw Pinocchio stretched out on the floor and really without his feet, he felt very sad and ashamed that he had yelled at the boy. Picking him up from the floor, held him tightly, talking to him while the tears ran down his cheeks:
"My little Pinocchio, my dear little Pinocchio! I see it wasn't the cat at all. How did you burn your feet?"
"I don't know, Father, but believe me, the night has been a terrible one and I shall remember it as long as I live. The thunder was so noisy, and the lightning was so bright -- and I was very, very hungry. And then the Talking Cricket hopped on the windowsill and said to me, æYou deserve it; you were bad;' and I said to him, æYou be careful, Cricket;' and he said to me, æYou are a marionette and you have a wooden head;' and I threw the hammer at him and killed him.
