![]() Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old Geppetto, and the warnings of the Talking-Cricket, and he hesitated a little before answering. ![]() 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? In half an hour you will be there. "Because the field has been bought by a gentleman and after tomorrow no one will be allowed to bury money there." "Another day it will be too late!" said the Fox. "Today it is impossible I will go another day." "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?" "I have got them in my pocket, all but one that I spent at the inn of The Red Craw-Fish." "I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to arrive every moment." "And now, what are you doing here?" asked the Fox of the puppet. "If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would be!" Pinocchio was also touched and, approaching the Cat, he whispered into her ear: 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."Īnd the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear. 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. ![]() "My friend is too modest, and that is why she doesn't speak. The Cat tried to answer, but became confused. 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. "In what a world we are condemned to live! Where can respectable people like us find a safe refuge?" "Is it possible to hear of anything more dreadful?" said the Fox. "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."Īnd Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was two steps from them. "They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces." "Assassins! Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what did they want?" But do you know that the other night, when you left me alone at the inn, I met with assassins on the road?" "It is a long story," answered the puppet, "which I will tell you when I have time. "How come you to be here?" repeated the Cat. "Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, kissing and embracing him. 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. In fact, two persons came out on to the road. 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. Pinocchio set out, and as soon as he was in the wood he began to run like a kid. Take the road through the wood and I am sure that you will meet him." "Go, then, but be careful not to lose yourself. 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." "Then, little Fairy, if you consent, I should like to go and meet him. "Really?" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy. I have already let your father know, and he will be here tonight." "I would remain willingly if it were not for my poor papa." "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." "What a good Fairy you are," said the puppet, drying his eyes, "and how much I love you!" 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. She therefore beat her hands together and at that signal a thousand large birds called Woodpeckers flew in at the window. But when she saw him quite disfigured and his eyes swollen out of his head from weeping, she felt full of compassion for him. 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. 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. Previous Chapter Next Chapter Chapter XVIII - Pinocchio Again Meets the Fox and the Cat Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe.The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett. ![]() The Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane.The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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