I smell it.

I want another lump of sugar, then I'll drink it." The Fairy, with all the patience of a good mother, gave him more sugar and again handed him the glass.
"I can't drink it like that," the Marionette said, making more wry faces.
"Why ?" "Because that feather pillow on my feet bothers me." The Fairy took away the pillow.
"It's no use.

I can't drink it even now." "What's the matter now ?" "I don't like the way that door looks.

It's half open." The Fairy closed the door.
"I won't drink it," cried Pinocchio, bursting out crying.

"I won't drink this awful water.