could no longer fly because they had sold their beautiful coloured wings, peacocks who had no tails and were ashamed to be seen, and pheasants who went scratching about in a subdued fashion, mourning for their brilliant gold and silver feathers gone for ever.
In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shame-faced 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 which to look at resembled all other fields.
'We are arrived,' 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
