The whole village was dark and deserted. The stores were closed, the doors, the windows. In the streets, not even a dog could be seen. It seemed the Village of the Dead. Pinocchio, in desperation, ran up to a doorway, threw himself upon the bell, and pulled it wildly, saying to himself: "Someone will surely answer that!" He was right. An old man in a nightcap opened the window and looked out. He called down angrily: "What do you want at this hour of night?" "Will you be good enough to give me a bit of bread? I am hungry."