. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . biscuits with cream. Whilst he was building these castles in the air hehad arrived in the neighbourhood of the field, andhe stopped to look if by chance he could perceive atree with its branches laden with money: but hesaw nothing. He advanced another hundred steps—nothing : he entered the field ... he went rightup to the little hole where he had buried hissovereigns—and nothing. He then became verythoughtful, and forgetting the rules of society andgood manners he took his hands out of his pocketand gave his head a long scratch. At that moment he heard an e
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . biscuits with cream. Whilst he was building these castles in the air hehad arrived in the neighbourhood of the field, andhe stopped to look if by chance he could perceive atree with its branches laden with money: but hesaw nothing. He advanced another hundred steps—nothing : he entered the field ... he went rightup to the little hole where he had buried hissovereigns—and nothing. He then became verythoughtful, and forgetting the rules of society andgood manners he took his hands out of his pocketand gave his head a long scratch. At that moment he heard an explosion of laughterclose to him, and looking up he saw a large Parrotperched on a tree, who was pruning the few feathershe had left. Why are you laughing? asked Pinocchio inan angry voice. u I am laughing because in pruning my feathersI tickled myself under my wings. The puppet did not answer, but went to thecanal and, filling the same old shoe full of water, heproceeded to water the earth afresh that coveredhis gold pieces. VI. You ill-educated Parrot. ii2 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO Whilst he was thus occupied another laugh, andstill more impertinent than the first, rang out in thesilence of that solitary place. Once for all, shouted Pinocchio in a rage, may I know, you ill-educated Parrot, what youare laughing at ? I am laughing at those simpletons who believein all the foolish things that are told them, and whoallow themselves to be entrapped by those who aremore cunning than they are. u Are you perhaps speaking of me ? Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio—ofyou who are simple enough to believe that moneycan be sown and gathered in fields in the same wayas beans and gourds. I also believed it once, andto-day I am suffering for it. To-day—but it is toolate—I have at last learnt that to put a few pennieshonestly together it is necessary to know how toearn them, either by the work of our own hands orby the cleverness of our own brains. I dont understand you, sa
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