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 The Fairy took the pillow away.

“It is useless, I cannot drink it even now.”

“What troubles you now?”

“That door is half open.”

The Fairy went and closed the door.

“Really,” cried Pinocchio, breaking forth into tears, “I cannot drink that bitter water! No, no, no!”

“My child, you will be sorry.”

“I do not care.”

“Your fever is bad.”

“I do not care.”

“The fever will carry you in a few hours to another world.”

“I do not care.”

“Have you no fear of death?”

“No. I have no fear. I would rather die than take that bad medicine.”

Just at that moment the door of the room opened and four Rabbits, black as ink, entered, carrying on their shoulders a coffin. “What do you want with