the world to earn a piece of bread and a glass of wine. What do you
think of it?"

"Bravo, Pudding!" exclaimed the same little voice, and it was impossible
to say where it came from.

Hearing himself called Pudding, Geppetto became as red as a turkey-cock
from rage and, turning to the carpenter, he said in a fury:

"Why do you insult me?"

"Who insults you?"

"You called me Pudding!"

"It was not I!"

"Do you think I called myself Pudding? It was you, I say!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

And, becoming more and more angry, from words they came to blows, and,
flying at each other, they bit and fought, and scratched.