In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shamefaced creatures,
some lordly carriage passed from time to time containing a Fox, or a
thieving Magpie, or some other ravenous bird of prey.
"And where is the Field of Miracles?" asked Pinocchio.
"It is here, not two steps from us."
They crossed the town, and having gone beyond the walls they came to a
solitary field which to look at resembled all other fields.
"We are arrived," said the Fox to the puppet. "Now stoop down and dig
with your hands a little hole in the ground and put your gold pieces
into it."
Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into it the four gold pieces that
he had left, and then filled up the hole with a little earth.
"Now, then," said the Fox, "go to that canal close to us, fetch a can
of water, and water the ground where you have sowed them."
Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he had no can he took off one of
his old shoes and filling it with water he watered the ground over the
hole.
He then asked:
"Is there anything else to be done?"
"Nothing else," answered the Fox. "We can now go away. You can return
in about twenty minutes, and you will find a shrub already pushing
through the ground, with its branches quite loaded with money.
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