Pinocchio set out, and as soon as he found himself in the wood, he ran like a hare.
When he reached the giant oak tree he stopped, for he thought he heard a rustle in the brush.
He was right.
There stood the Fox and the Cat, the two traveling companions with whom he had eaten at the Inn of the Red Lobster.
“Here comes our dear Pinocchio!” cried the Fox, hugging and kissing him.
“How did you happen here?” “How did you happen here?” repeated the Cat.
“It is a long story,” said the Marionette.
“Let me tell it to you.
The other night, when you left me alone at the Inn, I met the Assassins on the road—”
“The Assassins?
Oh, my poor friend!
And what did they want?”
“They wanted my gold pieces.”
“Rascals!” said the Fox.
“The worst sort of rascals!” added the Cat.
“But I began to run,” continued the Marionette, “and they after me, until they overtook me and hanged me to the limb of that oak.”
Pinocchio pointed to the giant oak near by.
“Could anything be worse?” said the Fox.
“What an awful world to live in!
Where shall we find a safe place for gentlemen like ourselves?”
As the Fox talked thus, Pinocchio noticed that the Cat carried his right paw in a sling.
“What happened to your paw?” he asked.
The Cat tried to answer, but he became so terribly twisted in his speech that the Fox had to help him out.
“My friend is too modest to answer.
I’ll answer for him.
About an hour ago, we met an old wolf on the road. He was half starved and begged for help.
Having nothing to give him, what do you think my friend did out of the kindness of his heart?
With his teeth, he bit off the paw of his front foot and threw it at that poor beast, so that he might have something to eat.”
As he spoke, the Fox wiped off a tear.
Pinocchio, almost in tears himself, whispered in the Cat’s ear:
“If all the cats were like you, how lucky the mice would be!”
“And what are you doing here?” the Fox asked the Marionette.
“I am waiting for my father, who will be here at any moment now.”
“And your gold pieces?”
“I still have them in my pocket, except one which I spent at the Inn of the Red Lobster.”
“To think that those four gold pieces might become two thousand tomorrow.
Why don’t you listen to me?
Why don’t you sow them in the Field of Wonders?”
“Today it is impossible.
I’ll go with you some other time.”
“Another day will be too late,” said the Fox.
“Why?”
“Because that field has been bought by a very rich man, and today is the last day that it will be open to the public.”
“How far is this Field of Wonders?”
“Only two miles away.
Will you come with us?
We’ll be there in half an hour.
You can sow the money, and, after a few minutes, you will gather your two thousand coins and return home rich.
Are you coming?”
Pinocchio hesitated a moment before answering, for he remembered the good Fairy, old Geppetto, and the advice of the Talking Cricket.