Chapter 19

           IftheMarionettehadbeentoldtowaitadayinsteadoftwentyminutes,thetimecouldnothaveseemedlongertohim.HewalkedimpatientlytoandfroandfinallyturnedhisnosetowardtheFieldofWonders. 

           Andashewalkedwithhurriedsteps,hisheartbeatwithanexcitedtic,tac,tic,tac,justasifitwereawallclock,andhisbusybrainkeptthinking: 

           "Whatif,insteadofathousand,Ishouldfindtwothousand?Orif,insteadoftwothousand,Ishouldfindfivethousand--oronehundredthousand? I’llbuildmyselfabeautifulpalace,withathousandstablesfilledwithathousandwoodenhorsestoplaywith,acellaroverflowingwithlemonadeandicecreamsoda, andalibraryofcandiesandfruits,cakesandcookies." 

           Thusamusinghimselfwithfancies,hecametothefield. Therehestoppedtoseeif,byanychance,avinefilledwithgoldcoinswasinsight.Buthesawnothing!Hetookafewstepsforward,andstillnothing!Hesteppedintothefield.Hewentuptotheplacewherehehaddugtheholeandburiedthegoldpieces.Againnothing! Pinocchiobecameverythoughtfuland,forgettinghisgoodmannersaltogether,hepulledahandoutofhispocketandgavehisheadathoroughscratching. 

           Ashedidso,heheardaheartyburstoflaughterclosetohishead.Heturnedsharply,andthere,justabovehimonthebranchofatree,satalargeParrot,busilypreeninghisfeathers. 

           "Whatareyoulaughingat?"Pinocchioaskedpeevishly. 

           "Iamlaughingbecause,inpreeningmyfeathers,Itickledmyselfunderthewings." 

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