The Adventures of Pinocchio (1904)/Chapter 12
The next morning Fire Eater called Pinocchio aside and said to him, “What is your papa’s name?”
“Geppetto.”
“What is his business?”
“He is poor.”
“Does he earn much?”
“He earns so much that he never has a cent in his pockets. Just imagine, in order to buy me an A B C card he had to sell his coat! It was covered with patches, but they gave him enough so that he could buy me that.”
“Poor man! I pity him very much. Here are five pieces of gold. Go quickly and carry them to him, and remember me kindly to him.”
Pinocchio, as it is easy to imagine, thanked the manager many times. He embraced the marionettes one after another, and, nearly crazy with joy, started back to his home. But he had not gone half a mile when he met a Fox lame in one paw, and a Cat blind in both yes. The Fox, who limped, leaned on the Cat; and the Cat, who was blind, was guided by the Fox.
“Good morning, Pinocchio,” said the Fox, saluting him politely.
“How do you know my name?” asked the marionette.
“I know your papa very well.”
“When did you see him?”
“I saw him yesterday at the door of his house.”
“What was he doing?”
“He was in his shirt sleeves and he trembled with the cold.”
“Poor Papa! but he will tremble no more after to-day.”
“Why?”
“Because I have become a great, rich man.”
“You a great, rich man!” said the Fox, and he laughed aloud. The Cat also laughed, but in order not to be seen laughing he stroked his mustache with his two front paws.
“What are you laughing about?” said Pinocchio, taken aback. “I hate to make your mouths water, but I have here, as you shall see, five beautiful pieces of gold.”
And he pulled out of his pocket the money that Fire Eater had given him. At the sound of the money the Fox involuntarily stretched his leg that was paralyzed and the Cat opened wide his eyes that looked like two green lamps; but it was all done so quickly that Pinocchio did not see anything. “And now,” said the Fox, “what do you propose to do with all that money?”
“First of all,” replied the marionette, “I shall buy a coat for my papa, all covered with gold and silver and with buttons of brilliants. Then I shall buy a new A B C card for myself.”
“For yourself?”
“Yes, indeed, because I wish to go to school and begin to study.”
“Look at me,” said the Fox; “because of my passion for studying I have lost a leg.”
“Look at me!” cried the Cat; “because of my love for studying I have lost both eyes.”
In the meantime a Blackbird flew near them and said: “Pinocchio, do not listen to the counsel of bad companions. If you do, you will be sorry.”
Just as soon as the Blackbird had said that, the Cat gave a spring and caught it by the back. Before the Blackbird had time to say “Oh!” the Cat ate it up, feathers and all. After it was eaten the Cat cleaned his mouth and closed his eyes and became as blind as he was at first.
“Poor Blackbird!” said Pinocchio. “Why did you treat him so badly?”
“I did it to teach him a lesson. Another time he will know that he ought not to meddle with other people’s business.”
They walked along a short distance when the Fox, stopping suddenly, said to the marionette, “Should you like to double your money?”
“What do you mean?”
“Should you like to make of those miserable five pieces, ten? a hundred? a thousand?”
“Why, of course! And how can you do it?”
“It is very easy. Instead of going home, come with us.”
“And where do you want to take me?”
“To the Country of the Owl.”
Pinocchio thought a little and then said resolutely: “No, I will not go. My father expects me. Who knows but that the poor old man, when I did not return yesterday, was worried and wept for me? I have been a bad boy, and the Talking Cricket was right when he said, ‘Disobedient boys never get along well in this world.’ I have had one experience because I was bad. Only last night, at the house of Fire Eater, I was in great danger. Brrr! It makes me tremble to think of it.”
“Then,” said the Fox, “you want to go home? All right! Go home, but it will be the worse for you.”
“Yes, it will be the worse for you,” said the Cat.
“Think well, Pinocchio, for you have thrown away a fortune.”
“A fortune,” said the Cat.
“Your five pieces might be two thousand by to-morrow.”
“Two thousand,” repeated the Cat.
“But how is it possible that they can become so many?” asked Pinocchio, holding his mouth open as if stupefied.
“I will explain to you,” said the Fox. “You must know that in the Country of the Owl there is a blessed field called ‘The Field of Miracles.’ You make a little hole in the ground and you put inside, for example, one piece of gold. Then you cover over the hole with a little earth, water it with a few drops of water from a fountain, put on a little salt, and go to bed and sleep quietly. In the meantime, during the night, the gold piece begins to grow and blossom; and the next morning, returning to the field, guess what you find? Why, you find a tree loaded with gold pieces!”
“If I bury five pieces,” said Pinocchio, all excited, “how many shall I find next morning?”
“It is easy to count,” replied the Fox. “You can do it on your fingers. Every gold piece will make five hundred; and therefore, multiplying each by five, you will have two thousand five hundred.”
“Oh, how beautiful!” cried Pinocchio, dancing with joy. “When I have all those gold pieces I will give you five hundred of them and I will take the other two thousand to my papa.”
“A present to us!” cried the Fox, disdainfully, as if he were offended. “No, indeed!”
“No, indeed!” said the Cat.
“We,” said the Fox, “work only to enrich others.”
“Only others,” said the Cat.
“What good people!” thought Pinocchio; and forgetting all about his papa, the new coat, and the A B C card, he said to the Fox and the Cat, “Come on, then; I will go with you.”
