PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT
The Fairy allowed the puppet to cry for a good half-hour over his nose,
which could no longer pass through the door of the room. This she did to
give him a severe lesson, and to correct him of the disgraceful fault of
telling lies--the most disgraceful fault that a boy can have. But when
she saw him quite disfigured and his eyes swollen out of his head from
weeping, she felt full of compassion for him. She therefore beat her
hands together and at that signal a thousand large birds called
Woodpeckers flew in at the window. They immediately perched on
Pinocchio's nose and began to peck at it with such zeal that in a few
minutes his enormous and ridiculous nose was reduced to its usual
dimensions.
"What a good Fairy you are," said the puppet, drying his eyes, "and how
much I love you!"
"I love you also," answered the Fairy; "and if you will remain with me
you shall be my little brother and I will be your good little sister."
"I would remain willingly if it were not for my poor papa."
"I have thought of everything. I have already let your father know, and
he will be here tonight."
"Really?" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy. "Then, little Fairy, if
you consent, I should like to go and meet him. I am so anxious to give a
kiss to that poor old man, who has suffered so much on my account, that
I am counting the minutes."
"Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself. Take the road through
the wood and I am sure that you will meet him."
Pinocchio set out, and as soon as he was in the wood he began to run
like a kid. But when he had reached a certain spot, almost in front of
the Big Oak, he stopped, because he thought he heard people amongst the
bushes. In fact, two persons came out on to the road. Can you guess who
they were? His two traveling companions, the Fox and the Cat, with whom
he had supped at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish.
"Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, kissing and embracing
him. "How came you to be here?"
"How come you to be here?" repeated the Cat.
"It is a long story," answered the puppet, "which I will tell you when I
have time. But do you know that the other night, when you left me alone
at the inn, I met with assassins on the road?"
"Assassins! Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what did they want?"
"They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces."
"Villains!" said the Fox.
"Infamous villains!" repeated the Cat.
"But I ran away from them," continued the puppet, "and they followed me,
and at last they overtook me and hung me to a branch of that oak tree."
And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was two steps from them.
"Is it possible to hear of anything more dreadful?" said the Fox. "In
what a world we are condemned to live! Where can respectable people like
us find a safe refuge?"
Whilst they were thus talking Pinocchio observed that the Cat was lame
of her front right leg, for in fact she had lost her paw with all its
claws. He therefore asked her:
"What have you done with your paw?"
The Cat tried to answer, but became confused. Therefore the Fox said
immediately:
"My friend is too modest, and that is why she doesn't speak. I will
answer for her. I must tell you that an hour ago we met an old wolf on
the road, almost fainting from want of food, who asked alms of us. Not
having so much as a fish-bone to give him, what did my friend, who has
really the heart of a Cæsar, do? She bit off one of her fore paws and
threw it to that poor beast that he might appease his hunger."
And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear.
Pinocchio was also touched and, approaching the Cat, he whispered into
her ear:
"If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would be!"
"And now, what are you doing here?" asked the Fox of the puppet.
"I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to arrive every moment."
"And your gold pieces?"
"I have got them in my pocket, all but one that I spent at the inn of
The Red Craw-Fish."
"And to think that, instead of four pieces, by tomorrow they might
become one or two thousand! Why do you not listen to my advice? Why will
you not go and bury them in the Field of Miracles?"
"Today it is impossible; I will go another day."
"Another day it will be too late!" said the Fox.
"Why?"
"Because the field has been bought by a gentleman and after tomorrow no
one will be allowed to bury money there."
"How far off is the Field of Miracles?"
"Not two miles. Will you come with us? In half an hour you will be
there. You can bury your money at once, and in a few minutes you will
collect two thousand, and this evening you will return with your pockets
full. Will you come with us?"
Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old Geppetto, and the warnings of
the Talking-Cricket, and he hesitated a little before answering. He
ended, however, by doing as all boys do who have not a grain of sense
and who have no heart--he ended by giving his head a little shake and
saying to the Fox and the Cat:
"Let us go: I will come with you."
And they went.
After having walked half the day they reached a town that was called
"Trap for Blockheads." As soon as Pinocchio entered this town he saw
that the streets were crowded with dogs who were yawning from hunger,
shorn sheep trembling with cold, cocks without combs begging for a grain
of Indian corn, large butterflies that could no longer fly because they
had sold their beautiful colored wings, peacocks which had no tails and
were ashamed to be seen, and pheasants that went scratching about in a
subdued fashion, mourning for their brilliant gold and silver feathers
gone forever.
In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shamefaced creatures some
lordly carriage passed from time to time containing a Fox, or a thieving
Magpie, or some other ravenous bird of prey.
"And where is the Field of Miracles?" asked Pinocchio.
"It is here, not two steps from us."
They crossed the town and, having gone beyond the walls, they came to a
solitary field.
"Here we are," said the Fox to the puppet. "Now stoop down and dig with
your hands a little hole in the ground and put your gold pieces into
it."
Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into it the four gold pieces that
he had left, and then filled up the hole with a little earth.
"Now, then," said the Fox, "go to that canal close to us, fetch a can of
water, and water the ground where you have sowed them."
Pinocchio went to the canal, and, as he had no can, he took off one of
his old shoes and filling it with water he watered the ground over the
hole.
He then asked:
"Is there anything else to be done?"
"Nothing else," answered the Fox. "We can now go away. You can return in
about twenty minutes and you will find a shrub already pushing through
the ground, with its branches quite loaded with money."
The poor puppet, beside himself with joy, thanked the Fox and the Cat a
thousand times, and promised them a beautiful present.
"We wish for no presents," answered the two rascals. "It is enough for
us to have taught you the way to enrich yourself without undergoing hard
work, and we are as happy as people out for a holiday."
Thus saying, they took leave of Pinocchio, and, wishing him a good
harvest, went about their business.
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