The puppet returned to the town and began to count the minutes one by
one; and when he thought it must be time he took the road leading to
the Field of Miracles.
And as he walked along with hurried steps his heart beat fast, tic,
tac, tic, tac, like a drawing-room clock when it is really going well.
Meanwhile he was thinking to himself:
"And if instead of a thousand gold pieces, I was to find on the
branches of the tree two thousand?... And instead of two thousand
supposing I found five thousand? and instead of five thousand that
I found a hundred thousand? Oh! what a fine gentleman I should then
become!... I would have a beautiful palace, a thousand little wooden
horses and a thousand stables to amuse myself with, a cellar full of
currant-wine, and sweet syrups, and a library quite full of candies,
tarts, plum-cakes, macaroons, and biscuits with cream."
Whilst he was building these castles in the air he had arrived in
the neighborhood of the field, and he stopped to look if by chance he
could perceive a tree with its branches laden with money; but he saw
nothing. He advanced another hundred steps--nothing; he entered the
field ... he went right up to the little hole where he had buried
his gold pieces--and nothing. He then became very thoughtful, and
forgetting the rules of society and good manners he took his hands out
of his pockets and gave his head a long scratch.
At that moment he heard an explosion of laughter close to him, and
looking up he saw a large Parrot perched on a tree, who was preening
the few feathers he had left.
"Why are you laughing?" asked Pinocchio in an angry voice.
"I am laughing because in preening my feathers I tickled myself under
my wings."
The puppet did not answer, but went to the canal and, filling the same
old shoe full of water, he proceeded to water the earth afresh that
covered his gold pieces.
Whilst he was thus occupied another laugh, and still more impertinent
than the first, rang out in the silence of that solitary place.
"Once for all," shouted Pinocchio in a rage, "may I know, you
ill-educated Parrot, what are you laughing at?"
"I am laughing at those simpletons who believe in all the foolish
things that are told them, and who allow themselves to be entrapped by
those who are more cunning than they are."
"Are you perhaps speaking of me?"
"Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio--of you who are simple
enough to believe that money can be sown and gathered in fields in the
same way as beans and gourds. I also believed it once, and to-day I
am suffering for it. To-day--but it is too late--I have at last learnt
that to put a few pennies honestly together it is necessary to know
how to earn them, either by the work of our own hands or by the
cleverness of our own brains."
"I don't understand you," said the puppet who was already trembling
with fear.
"Have patience! I will explain myself better," rejoined the Parrot.
"You must know, then, that whilst you were in the town the Fox and the
Cat returned to the field; they took the buried money and then fled
like the wind. And now he that catches them will be clever."
Pinocchio remained with his mouth open, and not choosing to believe
the Parrot's words he began with his hands and nails to dig up the
earth that he had watered. And he dug, and dug, and dug, and made such
a deep hole that a rick of straw might have stood up in it; but the
money was no longer there.
He rushed back to the town in a state of desperation, and went at once
to the Courts of Justice to denounce the two knaves who had robbed him
to the judge.
The judge was a big ape of the gorilla tribe--an old ape respectable
for his age, his white beard, but especially for his gold spectacles
without glasses that he always was obliged to wear, on account of an
inflammation of the eyes that had tormented him for many years.
Pinocchio related in the presence of the judge all the particulars of
the infamous fraud of which he had been the victim. He gave the names,
the surnames, and other details, of the two rascals, and ended by
demanding justice.
The judge listened with great benignity; took a lively interest in the
story; and was much touched and moved; and when the puppet had nothing
further to say he stretched out his hand and rang a bell.
At this summons two mastiffs immediately appeared dressed as
gendarmes. The judge then, pointing to Pinocchio said to them:
"That poor devil has been robbed of four gold pieces; take him up, and
put him immediately into prison."
The puppet was petrified on hearing this unexpected sentence, and
tried to protest; but the gendarmes, to avoid losing time, stopped his
mouth, and carried him off to the lockup.
And there he remained for four months--four long months--and he would
have remained longer still if a fortunate chance had not released him.
For I must tell you that the young Emperor who reigned over the town
of "Trap for Blockheads," having won a splendid victory over his
enemies, ordered great public rejoicings. There were illuminations,
fire-works, horse races, and velocipede races, and as a further sign
of triumph he commanded that the prisons should be opened and all
prisoners liberated.
"If the others are to be let out of prison, I will go also," said
Pinocchio to the jailor.
"No, not you," said the jailor, "because you do not belong to the
fortunate class."
"I beg your pardon," replied Pinocchio, "I am also a criminal."
"In that case you are perfectly right," said the jailor; and taking
off his hat and bowing to him respectfully he opened the prison door
and let him escape.
[Footnote 1: Copyright, 1898, by Jordan, Marsh and Co. Used by
permission.]
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