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in about twenty minutes, and you will find the shrub already out of the ground with its branches loaded with gold coins. The poor puppet, crazy with joy, thanked the Fox and the Cat a thousand times, and promised them a magnificent gift. We don't want gifts, these two plagues replied. We only need to have 205 of you taught you how to get rich without too much fatigue, and we are happy as kings. That said, they greeted Pinocchio, and, wishing him a good harvest, they went to their business. Pinocchio was robbed of his gold coins and, as punishment, he was sentenced to four months in prison. Back in town, Pinocchio began counting the minutes one by one; and, when he her 210 seemed that the time had come, he immediately resumed the path that led to the Field of miracles. As he walked fast, his heart beat hard and ticked, tac, tic, tac, like a clock when she really hurryed. And he thought in himself: What if instead of a thousand pieces, I found two thousand on the branches of the tree? ... What if at the 215 place of two thousand, I found five thousand? What if instead of five thousand I found a hundred thousand? Oh! what a great gentleman I would become, then!... I would have a beautiful palate, a thousand little wooden horses and a thousand stables to have fun, a cellar of syrups and liqueurs, and a library full of candied fruit, pies, brioches, nougats and cream cones. 220 While dreaming like this, he came near the field, and stopped to see if by chance he did not see a shrub with branches loaded with gold coins; but he saw nothing. He took a hundred steps yet: nothing; he entered the field... went exactly to that little hole where he had buried his shields: nothing. Then he became thoughtful and, forgetting the rules of the manual of savoir-vivre and good manners, he took out a hand from his pocket and scratched his head for a long time. 225 At that very moment he heard a great laugh ringing in his ears; and, raising his head, he lives on a tree a large parrot that was peeling the few feathers that remained to him. Why are you laughing? Pinocchio asked him in an irritated voice. I laugh because as I scared myself I tickled myself under the wings. The puppet did not answer. He went to the canal and, filling his savate with water, he 230 went to water again the earth that covered the gold coins. But here is another burst of laughter, even more impertinent than the first, was heard in the silent solitude of the field. Finally, pinocchio shouted angrily, can we know what you're laughing at, ill-mannered parrot ? I laugh at those who believe in all the nonsense they are told and who let themselves be caught by smarter than them. You speak for me, perhaps? Yes, I speak for you, poor Pinocchio, of you who are naïve enough to believe that money can be sown and harvested in the fields, like beans and squash. I, too, once believed it, and today I am suffering the consequences. Now but it's too late! 240 I am convinced that to honestly raise a little money, you have to know how to earn it, either by the work of one's own hands, or by the ingenuity of one's own brain. I don't understand, said the puppet, who was already beginning to tremble with fear. Well! I'll explain myself better, replied the Parrot. So know that while you were in town, the Fox and the Cat came back to this field: they took the gold coins that 245 you had buried there, and fled like the wind. And now, very clever who