And then the Talking Cricket said to me, 'You deserve it; you were bad;' and I said to him, 'Careful, Cricket;' and he said to me, 'You are a Marionette and you have a wooden head;' and I threw the hammer at him and killed him.

It was his own fault, for I didn't want to kill him.

And I put the pan on the coals, but the Chick flew away and said, 'I'll see you again! Remember me to the family.' And my hunger grew, and I went out, and the old man with a nightcap looked out of the window and threw water on me, and I came home and put my feet on the stove to dry them because I was still hungry, and I fell asleep and now my feet are gone but my hunger isn't! Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" And poor Pinocchio began to scream and cry so loudly that he could be heard for miles around.
Geppetto, who had understood nothing of all that jumbled talk, except that the Marionette was hungry, felt sorry for him, and pulling three pears out of his pocket, offered them to him, saying: "These three pears were for my breakfast, but I give them to you gladly.
Eat them and stop weeping." "If you want me to eat them, please peel them for me." "Peel them ?" asked Geppetto, very much surprised.

"I should never have thought, dear boy of mine, that you were so dainty and fussy about your food.

Bad, very bad! In this world, even as children, we must accustom ourselves to eat of everything, for we never know what life may hold in store for us!" "You may be right," answered Pinocchio, "but I will not eat the pears if they are not peeled.