Pinocchio finds the Fox and the Cat
again, and goes with them to sow the gold pieces in
the Field of Wonders.
Crying as if his heart would break,
the Marionette mourned for hours over the length of
his nose. No matter how he tried, it would not
go through the door. The Fairy showed no pity
toward him, as she was trying to teach him a good
lesson, so that he would stop telling lies, the worst
habit any boy may acquire. But when she saw him,
pale with fright and with his eyes half out of his
head from terror, she began to feel sorry for him
and clapped her hands together. A thousand woodpeckers
flew in through the window and settled themselves on
Pinocchio’s nose. They pecked and pecked
so hard at that enormous nose that in a few moments,
it was the same size as before.
“How good you are, my Fairy,”
said Pinocchio, drying his eyes, “and how much
I love you!”
“I love you, too,” answered
the Fairy, “and if you wish to stay with me,
you may be my little brother and I’ll be your
good little sister.”
“I should like to stay but what about
my poor father?”
“I have thought of everything.
Your father has been sent for and before night he
will be here.”
“Really?” cried Pinocchio
joyfully. “Then, my good Fairy, if you are
willing, I should like to go to meet him. I cannot
wait to kiss that dear old man, who has suffered so
much for my sake.”
“Surely; go ahead, but be careful
not to lose your way. Take the wood path and
you’ll surely meet him.”
Pinocchio set out, and as soon as
he found himself in the wood, he ran like a hare.
When he reached the giant oak tree he stopped, for
he thought he heard a rustle in the brush. He
was right. There stood the Fox and the Cat, the
two traveling companions with whom he had eaten at
the Inn of the Red Lobster.
“Here comes our dear Pinocchio!”
cried the Fox, hugging and kissing him. “How
did you happen here?”
“How did you happen here?” repeated the
“It is a long story,”
said the Marionette. “Let me tell it to
you. The other night, when you left me alone
at the Inn, I met the Assassins on the road
“The Assassins? Oh, my
poor friend! And what did they want?”
“They wanted my gold pieces.”
“Rascals!” said the Fox.
“The worst sort of rascals!” added the
“But I began to run,”
continued the Marionette, “and they after me,
until they overtook me and hanged me to the limb of
Pinocchio pointed to the giant oak near by.
“Could anything be worse?” said the Fox.
“What an awful world to live
in! Where shall we find a safe place for gentlemen
As the Fox talked thus, Pinocchio
noticed that the Cat carried his right paw in a sling.
“What happened to your paw?” he asked.
The Cat tried to answer, but he became
so terribly twisted in his speech that the Fox had
to help him out.
“My friend is too modest to
answer. I’ll answer for him. About
an hour ago, we met an old wolf on the road.
He was half starved and begged for help. Having
nothing to give him, what do you think my friend did
out of the kindness of his heart? With his teeth,
he bit off the paw of his front foot and threw it
at that poor beast, so that he might have something
As he spoke, the Fox wiped off a tear.
Pinocchio, almost in tears himself, whispered in the
“If all the cats were like you, how lucky the
mice would be!”
“And what are you doing here?” the Fox
asked the Marionette.
“I am waiting for my father, who will be here
at any moment now.”
“And your gold pieces?”
“I still have them in my pocket,
except one which I spent at the Inn of the Red Lobster.”
“To think that those four gold
pieces might become two thousand tomorrow. Why
don’t you listen to me? Why don’t
you sow them in the Field of Wonders?”
“Today it is impossible. I’ll go
with you some other time.”
“Another day will be too late,” said the
“Because that field has been
bought by a very rich man, and today is the last day
that it will be open to the public.”
“How far is this Field of Wonders?”
“Only two miles away. Will
you come with us? We’ll be there in half
an hour. You can sow the money, and, after a
few minutes, you will gather your two thousand coins
and return home rich. Are you coming?”
Pinocchio hesitated a moment before
answering, for he remembered the good Fairy, old Geppetto,
and the advice of the Talking Cricket. Then he
ended by doing what all boys do, when they have no
heart and little brain. He shrugged his shoulders
and said to the Fox and the Cat:
“Let us go! I am with you.”
And they went.
They walked and walked for a half
a day at least and at last they came to the town called
the City of Simple Simons. As soon as they entered
the town, Pinocchio noticed that all the streets were
filled with hairless dogs, yawning from hunger; with
sheared sheep, trembling with cold; with combless
chickens, begging for a grain of wheat; with large
butterflies, unable to use their wings because they
had sold all their lovely colors; with tailless peacocks,
ashamed to show themselves; and with bedraggled pheasants,
scuttling away hurriedly, grieving for their bright
feathers of gold and silver, lost to them forever.
Through this crowd of paupers and
beggars, a beautiful coach passed now and again.
Within it sat either a Fox, a Hawk, or a Vulture.
“Where is the Field of Wonders?”
asked Pinocchio, growing tired of waiting.
“Be patient. It is only a few more steps
They passed through the city and,
just outside the walls, they stepped into a lonely
field, which looked more or less like any other field.
“Here we are,” said the
Fox to the Marionette. “Dig a hole here
and put the gold pieces into it.”
The Marionette obeyed. He dug
the hole, put the four gold pieces into it, and covered
them up very carefully. “Now,” said
the Fox, “go to that near-by brook, bring back
a pail full of water, and sprinkle it over the spot.”
Pinocchio followed the directions
closely, but, as he had no pail, he pulled off his
shoe, filled it with water, and sprinkled the earth
which covered the gold. Then he asked:
“Nothing else,” answered
the Fox. “Now we can go. Return here
within twenty minutes and you will find the vine grown
and the branches filled with gold pieces.”
Pinocchio, beside himself with joy,
thanked the Fox and the Cat many times and promised
them each a beautiful gift.
“We don’t want any of
your gifts,” answered the two rogues. “It
is enough for us that we have helped you to become
rich with little or no trouble. For this we are
as happy as kings.”
They said good-by to Pinocchio and,
wishing him good luck, went on their way.