the bleating of camels, the screeching of monkeys! Wonderful noises!
Who cared for the school bell? Pinocchio? No, not he.

Suddenly there was a loud command. All was still.

The two Moors raised the tent folds with their spears. Out came a
crowd of men dressed in all sorts of fine clothes, and women in coats
of mail and beautiful cloaks of silk, with splendid diadems on their
heads. They were all mounted upon horses covered with rich trappings of
red and white.

Out they marched, and behind them came a golden carriage drawn by
four white ponies. In it was the big man with the deep voice. There he
sat in the beautiful carriage with his dazzling high hat and his tall
white collar. He wore a black suit with a pair of high boots. As he
rode on he waved his white gloves and bowed right and left. The band
with its trumpets and drums and cymbals struck up a stirring march, and
a parade such as the townsfolk had never seen before passed out among
the crowds that now filled the square.

The marionette could not believe his eyes. He rubbed them to see if
he was really awake. He forgot all about his hunger. What did he care
for that? The wonders of the whole world were before him.

The parade soon reentered the tent. The two Moors, mounted upon
their snow-white horses, again stood at the entrance. Then the
director, the man with the loud voice, came out, hat in hand, and began
to address the people.