It was many hours since he had eaten anything and he started to yawn from hunger.

As he yawned, he opened a mouth as big as an oven.
Finally, not finding anything else in the manger, he tasted the hay.
After tasting it, he chewed it well, closed his eyes, and swallowed it.
"This hay is not bad," he said to himself.

"But how much happier I should be if I had studied! Just now, instead of hay, I should be eating some good bread and butter.

Patience!" Next morning, when he awoke, Pinocchio looked in the manger for more hay, but it was all gone.

He had eaten it all during the night.
He tried the straw, but, as he chewed away at it, he noticed to his great disappointment that it tasted neither like rice nor like macaroni.
"Patience!" he repeated as he chewed.