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Chapter 19

           TheMarionettedidnotanswer.Hewalkedtothebrook,filledhisshoewithwater,andoncemoresprinkledthegroundwhichcoveredthegoldpieces. 

           Anotherburstoflaughter,evenmoreimpertinentthanthefirst,washeardinthequietfield. 

           "Well,"criedtheMarionette,angrilythistime,"mayIknow,Mr.Parrot,whatamusesyouso?" 

           "Iamlaughingatthosesimpletonswhobelieveeverythingtheyhearandwhoallowthemselvestobecaughtsoeasilyinthetrapssetforthem." 

           "Doyou,perhaps,meanme?" 

           "Icertainlydomeanyou,poorPinocchio--youwhoaresuchalittlesillyastobelievethatgoldcanbesowninafieldjustlikebeansorsquash.I,too,believedthatonceandtodayIamverysorryforit. Today(buttoolate!)Ihavereachedtheconclusionthat,inordertocomebymoneyhonestly,onemustworkandknowhowtoearnitwithhandorbrain." 

           "Idon’tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout,"saidtheMarionette, whowasbeginningtotremblewithfear. 

           "Toobad!I’llexplainmyselfbetter,"saidtheParrot."WhileyouwereawayinthecitytheFoxandtheCatreturnedhereinagreathurry.Theytookthefourgoldpieceswhichyouhaveburiedandranawayasfastasthewind. Ifyoucancatchthem,you’reabraveone!" 

           Pinocchio’smouthopenedwide.HewouldnotbelievetheParrot’swordsandbegantodigawayfuriouslyattheearth. Hedugandhedugtilltheholewasasbigashimself,butnomoneywasthere.Everypennywasgone. 

           Indesperation,herantothecityandwentstraighttothecourthousetoreporttherobberytothemagistrate. 

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