This little marmot is rather larger than a good-sized rat, and rather like that animal in general appearance.

I am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill, and my illness frightens me.

Because, my dear little Marmot, I am a puppet with no sense, and with no heart.

The little Marmot raised her right fore-paw, and, after having felt Pinocchio's pulse, she said to him, sighing:

At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful little Marmot that lived on the first floor came into the room.

"But it was not my fault; believe me, little Marmot, the fault was all Candlewick's!"