After that, he threw them into a large, empty tub.
Many times he repeated this performance.

As he pulled each fish out of the net, his mouth watered with the thought of the good dinner coming, and he said: "Fine fish, these bass!" "Very tasty, these whitefish!" "Delicious flounders, these!" "What splendid crabs!" "And these dear little anchovies, with their heads still on!" As you can well imagine, the bass, the flounders, the whitefish, and even the little anchovies all went together into the tub to keep the mullets company.

The last to come out of the net was Pinocchio.
As soon as the Fisherman pulled him out, his green eyes opened wide with surprise, and he cried out in fear: "What kind of fish is this?
I don't remember ever eating anything like it." He looked at him closely and after turning him over and over, he said at last: "I understand.

He must be a crab!" Pinocchio, mortified at being taken for a crab, said resentfully: "What nonsense! A crab indeed! I am no such thing.

Beware how you deal with me! I am a Marionette, I want you to know." "A Marionette ?" asked the Fisherman.