“I certainly do mean you, poor Pinocchio—­you who are such a little silly as to believe that gold can be sown in a field just like beans or squash.  I, too, believed that once and today I am very sorry for it.  Today (but too late!) I have reached the conclusion that, in order to come by money honestly, one must work and know how to earn it with hand or brain.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” said the Marionette, who was beginning to tremble with fear.

“Too bad!  I’ll explain myself better,” said the Parrot.  “While you were away in the city the Fox and the Cat returned here in a great hurry.  They took the four gold pieces which you have buried and ran away as fast as the wind.  If you can catch them, you’re a brave one!”

Pinocchio’s mouth opened wide.  He would not believe the Parrot’s words and began to dig away furiously at the earth.  He dug and he dug till the hole was as big as himself, but no money was there.  Every penny was gone.

In desperation, he ran to the city and went straight to the courthouse to report the robbery to the magistrate.  The Judge was a Monkey, a large Gorilla venerable with age.  A flowing white beard covered his chest and he wore gold-rimmed spectacles from which the glasses had dropped out.  The reason for wearing these, he said, was that his eyes had been weakened by the work of many years.

Pinocchio, standing before him, told his pitiful tale, word by word.  He gave the names and the descriptions of the robbers and begged for justice.

The Judge listened to him with great patience.  A kind look shone in his eyes.  He became very much interested in the story; he felt moved; he almost wept.  When the Marionette had no more to say, the Judge put out his hand and rang a bell.

At the sound, two large Mastiffs appeared, dressed in Carabineers’ uniforms.

Then the magistrate, pointing to Pinocchio, said in a very solemn voice: 

“This poor simpleton has been robbed of four gold pieces.  Take him, therefore, and throw him into prison.”  The Marionette, on hearing this sentence passed upon him, was thoroughly stunned.  He tried to protest, but the two officers clapped their paws on his mouth and hustled him away to jail.

There he had to remain for four long, weary months.  And if it had not been for a very lucky chance, he probably would have had to stay there longer.  For, my dear children, you must know that it happened just then that the young emperor who ruled over the City of Simple Simons had gained a great victory over his enemy, and in celebration thereof, he had ordered illuminations, fireworks, shows of all kinds, and, best of all, the opening of all prison doors.

“If the others go, I go, too,” said Pinocchio to the Jailer.

“Not you,” answered the Jailer.  “You are one of those—­”

“I beg your pardon,” interrupted Pinocchio, “I, too, am a thief.”