As soon as the water started to boil--tac!--he broke the eggshell.

But in place of the white and the yolk of the egg, a little yellow Chick, fluffy and gay and smiling, escaped from it.

Bowing politely to Pinocchio, he said to him: "Many, many thanks, indeed, Mr.Pinocchio, for having saved me the trouble of breaking my shell! Good-by and good luck to you and remember me to the family!" With these words he spread out his wings and, darting to the open window, he flew away into space till he was out of sight.
The poor Marionette stood as if turned to stone, with wide eyes, open mouth, and the empty halves of the egg-shell in his hands.

When he came to himself, he began to cry and shriek at the top of his lungs, stamping his feet on the ground and wailing all the while: "The Talking Cricket was right! If I had not run away from home and if Father were here now, I should not be dying of hunger.

Oh, how horrible it is to be hungry!" And as his stomach kept grumbling more than ever and he had nothing to quiet it with, he thought of going out for a walk to the near-by village, in the hope of finding some charitable person who might give him a bit of bread..