Not having found you yet, he has made up his mind to look for you in the New World, far across the ocean." "How far is it from here to the shore ?" asked Pinocchio anxiously.
"More than fifty miles." "Fifty miles?
Oh, dear Pigeon, how I wish I had your wings!" "If you want to come, I'll take you with me." "How ?" "Astride my back.

Are you very heavy ?" "Heavy?
Not at all.

I'm only a feather." "Very well." Saying nothing more, Pinocchio jumped on the Pigeon's back and, as he settled himself, he cried out gayly: "Gallop on, gallop on, my pretty steed! I'm in a great hurry." The Pigeon flew away, and in a few minutes he had reached the clouds.
The Marionette looked to see what was below them.

His head swam and he was so frightened that he clutched wildly at the Pigeon's neck to keep himself from falling.
They flew all day.

Toward evening the Pigeon said: "I'm very thirsty!" "And I'm very hungry!" said Pinocchio.
"Let us stop a few minutes at that pigeon coop down there.