"I laugh at those silly ones who believe everything that is told them."
"I suppose you are referring to me?"
"Yes, I am, Pinocchio. You are foolish enough to think that money, sowed in the earth, will grow like grain and plants. I thought so once too, and so today I have very few feathers. Now it is too late to correct matters. I have made up my mind that to earn and save a few pennies it is necessary to work with your hands or invent something with your head."
"I do not understand," said the marionette, who already was trembling with fear.
"I will explain," said the Parrot. "While you were in town the Fox and the Cat returned here, took your money and fled like the wind. And now you will never catch them."
Pinocchio stood a moment with wide open mouth, then unwilling to believe the words of the Parrot he began to dig up the dirt with his hands, in the spot where he had buried his money. And he dug and dug and dug, until he had made a hole large enough for a haystack, but the gold was not there.
