In place of hair, his head was covered by a thick bush of green grass.

Green was the skin of his body, green were his eyes, green was the long, long beard that reached down to his feet.

He looked like a giant lizard with legs and arms.
When the Fisherman pulled the net out of the sea, he cried out joyfully: "Blessed Providence! Once more I'll have a fine meal of fish!" "Thank Heaven, I'm not a fish!" said Pinocchio to himself, trying with these words to find a little courage.
The Fisherman took the net and the fish to the cave, a dark, gloomy, smoky place.

In the middle of it, a pan full of oil sizzled over a smoky fire, sending out a repelling odor of tallow that took away one's breath.
"Now, let's see what kind of fish we have caught today," said the Green Fisherman.

He put a hand as big as a spade into the net and pulled out a handful of mullets.
"Fine mullets, these!" he said, after looking at them and smelling them with pleasure.