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 “Now let us see what kind of fish I have caught to-day,” said the green fisherman. Putting his hand inside he drew out a lot of mullets.

“These are beautiful mullets,” he said, looking at them with pleasure. And after having smelled them he threw them into a washtub.

He repeated this operation many times, filling many tubs with other fish, his mouth watering all the time so that he could hardly wait until the fish were cooked.

“What good whitefish!”

“What exquisite bass!”

“What delicious soles!”

“What choice crabs!”

“What glorious anchovy!”

The last that remained in the net was Pinocchio. As the fisherman drew him out he looked scared and exclaimed: “What species of fish is this? I do not remember ever having seen one like it before.” He looked him all over