'Another day it will be too late! . . .' said the Fox.
'Why?'
'Because the field has been bought by a gentleman, and after to-morrow 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 had lost their coats and who were yawning from hunger, shorn sheep trembling with cold, cocks without combs or crests who were begging for a grain of Indian corn, large butterflies who
