?"

"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 f