At that moment, a Blackbird, perched on the fence along the road, called out sharp and clear: “Pinocchio, do not listen to bad advice. If you do, you’ll be sorry!” Poor little Blackbird! If he had only kept his words to himself! In the twinkling of an eyelid, the Cat leaped on him, and ate him, feathers and all. After eating the bird, he cleaned his whiskers, closed his eyes, and became blind once more. “Poor Blackbird!” said Pinocchio to the Cat. “Why did you kill him?” “I killed him to teach him a lesson. He talks too much. Next time he will keep his words to himself.” By this time the three companions had walked a long distance. Suddenly, the Fox stopped in his tracks and, turning to the Marionette, said to him: “Do you want to double your gold pieces?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want one hundred, a thousand, two thousand gold pieces for your miserable five?” “Yes, but how?” “The way is very easy. Instead of returning home, come with us.” “And where will you take me?” “To the City of Simple Simons.” Pinocchio thought a while and then said firmly: “No, I don’t want to go. Home is near, and I’m going where Father is waiting for me. How unhappy he must be that I have not yet returned! I have been a bad son, and the Talking Cricket was right when he said that a disobedient boy cannot be happy in this world. I have learned this at my own expense. Even last night in the theater, when Fire Eater. . . Brrrr!!!!! . . . The shivers run up and down my back at the mere thought of it.” “Well, then,” said the Fox, “if you really want to go home, go ahead, but you’ll be sorry.” “You’ll be sorry,” repeated the Cat. “Think well, Pinocchio, you are turning your back on Dame Fortune.” “On Dame Fortune,” repeated the Cat. “Tomorrow your five gold pieces will be two thousand!” “Two thousand!” repeated the Cat. “But how can they possibly become so many?” asked Pinocchio wonderingly. “I’ll explain,” said the Fox. “You must know that, just outside the City of Simple Simons, there is a blessed field called the Field of Wonders. In this field you dig a hole and in the hole you bury a gold piece. After covering up the hole with earth you water it well, sprinkle a bit of salt on it, and go to bed. During the night, the gold piece sprouts, grows, blossoms, and next morning you find a beautiful tree, that is loaded with gold pieces.” “So that if I were to bury my five gold pieces,” cried Pinocchio with growing wonder, “next morning I should find--how many?” “It is very simple to figure out,” answered the Fox. “Why, you can figure it on your fingers! Granted that each piece gives you five hundred, multiply five hundred by five. Next morning you will find twenty-five hundred new, sparkling gold pieces.” “Fine! Fine!” cried Pinocchio, dancing about with joy. “And as soon as I have them, I shall keep two thousand for myself and the other five hundred I’ll give to you two.”