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Fire-eater gives Pinocchio five pieces of gold to take to his father Geppetto: but Pinocchio is deceived by the fox and the cat, and goes away with them

The next day Fire-eater called Pinocchio aside and asked him, ‘What is your father’s name?’

‘Geppetto.’

‘And what is his trade?’

‘That of a very poor man.’

‘Does he earn very much?’

‘He earns as much as he needs for never having a farthing in his pocket. Just imagine, in order to buy a primer for my schooling, he had to sell his only coat: a coat that was so full of holes and patches that it was shameful.’

‘Poor fellow! I am almost sorry for him. Here are five gold pieces. Hurry up and give them to him, with my compliments.’

As you can well imagine, Pinocchio thanked the Showman a thousand times. One after another he embraced all the puppets of the company, even the gendarmes; then, almost beside himself with joy, he set out for home.

But before he had gone far he met a fox who was lame in one foot, and a cat who was blind in both eyes, getting along as best they could, like good companions in misfortune. The fox, who was lame, was leaning on the cat: and the cat, who was blind, was guided by the fox.

‘Good morning, Pinocchio,’ said the fox, approaching politely.

‘How do you know my name?’ asked the puppet.

‘I know your father well.’

‘Where did you see him?’

‘I saw him yesterday, at the gate of his house.’

‘And what was he doing?’

‘He was in his shirt-sleeves, and trembling with cold.’

‘Poor Daddy! But never mind! From now on, he will shiver no more.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I am now a rich man.’

‘You? A rich man?’ said the fox. And he began to laugh rudely and scornfully.

The cat laughed, too; but to hide it, she stroked her whiskers with her forepaws.

‘There’s nothing to laugh at,’ cried Pinocchio angrily. ‘I’m really sorry if what I say whets your appetite, but as you can see, there – if you understand such things – are five gold pieces.’ And he showed the money that Fire-eater had given him.

At the fascinating ringing of gold, the fox made an involuntary movement with the paw that seemed lame, and the cat opened wide her two blind eyes, but shut them again so quickly that Pinocchio could not notice.

‘And now,’ asked the fox, ‘what are you going to do with the money?’

‘First of all,’ answered the marionette, ‘I shall buy a beautiful new coat for my father – a coat made of gold and silver, and with diamond buttons. Then I will buy myself a primer.’

‘For yourself?’

‘Of course; for I mean to go to school and study hard.’

‘Look at me,’ said the fox. ‘It is because of my foolish passion for study that I lost the use of my leg.’

‘And look at me,’ said the cat. ‘Because of my foolish passion for study, I lost the sight of both my eyes.’

At that very moment, a white blackbird that was sitting on a hedge by the road sang its usual song, and said, ‘Pinocchio, don’t listen to the advice of evil companions. If you do, you’ll regret it.’

Poor blackbird, if only he had not said it! The cat, with a great leap, jumped upon him and, without giving him time to say ‘oh’, swallowed him in a mouthful, feathers and all.

Having devoured him she wiped her mouth, shut her eyes and shammed blindness as before.

‘Poor blackbird!’ said Pinocchio. ‘Why did you treat him so?’

‘I did it to give him a lesson. He will learn not to be meddlesome again, when other people are talking.’

They had gone nearly half-way towards Pinocchio’s home, when the fox suddenly stopped and said, ‘Would you like to double your fortune?’

‘How do you mean?’

‘Would you like to multiply those five miserable gold pieces into a hundred, a thousand, two thousand times?’

‘Who wouldn’t! But how?’

‘That’s very easy. But instead of going home, you must come with us.’

‘And where are you going?’

‘We are going to Dupeland.’

Pinocchio thought for a moment, and then said resolutely, ‘No, I’m not going. I’m nearly at home, and I want to go to my father, who is waiting for me. Who knows how much he suffered because I didn’t come home? I know I have been a very bad boy, and that the talking cricket was right when he said, “Disobedient children never do any good in this world.” I have learnt it at my expense, for I have suffered many misfortunes! And last night, in Fire-eater’s house, I was nearly … Oh, even to think of it, makes me shiver!’

‘Well, then,’ said the fox, ‘so you really want to go home? Run along, then, and so much the worse for you!’

‘So much the worse for you!’ repeated the cat.

‘Think well, Pinocchio, because you’re losing a fortune!’

‘A fortune!’ repeated the cat.

‘Your five gold pieces might become two thousand in one day!’

‘Two thousand!’ repeated the cat.

‘But how could they possibly become so many?’ demanded Pinocchio, opening his mouth wide in astonishment.

‘I’ll explain it to you right now,’ said the fox.

‘You must know that in Dupeland there is a sacred field called the Field of Miracles. You dig a little hole in this field, and you put in it, let’s say, a gold piece. Then you cover it with earth, water it from the spring with two buckets of water, sprinkle two pinches of salt over it, and go quietly to bed. During the night the gold pieces will grow and blossom; and the next morning, when you get up and go back to the field, what do you find? You find a marvellous tree, laden with as many gold pieces as an ear of corn has grains at harvest-time.’

‘Suppose,’ said Pinocchio, more bewildered than ever, ‘that I buried my five gold pieces in that field, how many should I find there the next morning?’

‘That’s very easy to tell,’ replied the fox. ‘It’s a problem that can be solved on your fingers. Suppose every gold piece yields five hundred gold pieces; multiply five hundred by five, and the next morning you will find in your pocket two thousand five hundred shining gold pieces.’

‘Oh, wonderful!’ shouted Pinocchio, dancing for joy. ‘When I have collected these gold pieces, I shall keep two thousand for myself, and I shall make a present of the other five hundred to both of you.’

‘A present – to us?’ exclaimed the fox, as if offended. ‘God forbid!’

‘God forbid!’ repeated the cat.

‘We do not work for gain,’ said the fox. ‘We do everything for other people.’

‘For other people,’ echoed the cat.

‘What good people!’ thought Pinocchio. And, instantly forgetting his father, the new coat, the primer, and all his good resolutions, he said to the fox and the cat, ‘Well, let’s start! I shall come with you.’