His mouth was as wide as an oven, his teeth like yellow fangs, and his eyes, two glowing red coals.

In his huge, hairy hands, a long whip, made of green snakes and black cats' tails twisted together, swished through the air in a dangerous way.
At the unexpected apparition, no one dared even to breathe.

One could almost hear a fly go by.

Those poor Marionettes, one and all, trembled like leaves in a storm.
"Why have you brought such excitement into my theater;" the huge fellow asked Pinocchio with the voice of an ogre suffering with a cold.
"Believe me, your Honor, the fault was not mine." "Enough! Be quiet! I'll take care of you later." As soon as the play was over, the Director went to the kitchen, where a fine big lamb was slowly turning on the spit.

More wood was needed to finish cooking it.