"To begin with," said he, "I intend to make them all die of thirst.
If they wait to drink of the water that I bring, they will certainly
die." With these thoughts in his mind the marionette started homeward,
carrying the bucket on his head.

"The bucket will repay me for all the work I have had put upon me.
How unlucky we children are! Wherever we go, there is always something
for us to do. To-day I thought I would simply enjoy myself; instead, I
have had to carry water for a company of strangers. How absurd! two
trips, one after the other, to give drink to people I do not know! And
how they drink! they seem to be sponges. For my part they can be
thirsty as long as they like. I feel now as if I would never again move
a finger for them. I am not going to be laughed at."

As he finished these remarks Pinocchio arrived at the fountain. It
was delightful to see the clear water rushing out, but he could not
help thinking of those poor creatures who were waiting for him. He had
to stop.

"Shall I or shall I not?" he asked himself. "After all, they are
good people, who are forced to imitate wild animals; and besides, they
have treated me with some kindness. I may as well carry some water to
them; a trip more or less makes no difference to me."

He approached the fountain, filled the bucket, and ran down the
road.

"Hello within there!" he said in a low voice. "Here is the bucket of
water; come and take it, for I am not going in."