And the door still remained closed! Then Pinocchio, losing all patience, grabbed the knocker with both hands, fully determined to awaken the whole house and street with it.
As soon as he touched the knocker, however, it became an eel and wiggled away into the darkness.
"Really ?" cried Pinocchio, blind with rage.

"If the knocker is gone, I can still use my feet." He stepped back and gave the door a most solemn kick.

He kicked so hard that his foot went straight through the door and his leg followed almost to the knee.

No matter how he pulled and tugged, he could not pull it out.

There he stayed as if nailed to the door.
Poor Pinocchio! The rest of the night he had to spend with one foot through the door and the other one in the air.
As dawn was breaking, the door finally opened.