Geppetto returns home and gives his own breakfast to the Marionette The poor Marionette, who was still half asleep, had not yet found out that his two feet were burned and gone.

As soon as he heard his Father's voice, he jumped up from his seat to open the door, but, as he did so, he staggered and fell headlong to the floor.
In falling, he made as much noise as a sack of wood falling from the fifth story of a house.
"Open the door for me!" Geppetto shouted from the street.
"Father, dear Father, I can't," answered the Marionette in despair, crying and rolling on the floor.
"Why can't you ?" "Because someone has eaten my feet." "And who has eaten them ?" "The cat," answered Pinocchio, seeing that little animal busily playing with some shavings in the corner of the room.
"Open! I say," repeated Geppetto, "or I'll give you a sound whipping when I get in." "Father, believe me, I can't stand up.

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I shall have to walk on my knees all my life." Geppetto, thinking that all these tears and cries were only other pranks of the Marionette, climbed up the side of the house and went in through the window.
At first he was very angry, but on seeing Pinocchio stretched out on the floor and really without feet, he felt very sad and sorrowful.

Picking him up from the floor, he fondled and caressed him, talking to him while the tears ran down his cheeks: "My little Pinocchio, my dear little Pinocchio! How did you burn your feet ?" "I don't know, Father, but believe me, the night has been a terrible one and I shall remember it as long as I live.

The thunder was so noisy and the lightning so bright--and I was hungry.