2023.7.10월
He is such a kind man. I know of a way to make a small bit of money into a large load of money, but I'm sure you wouldn't be interested. Come, Mr.Cat, let's show Pinocchio the way home."/ "You mean I could have moremoney?" Pinocchio asked, surprised at this new idea./ "Would I have to work for it?"/ "Oh no!" the cat said, laughing.
"We would never suggest such a silly thing. We know of a secret field called the Field of Follies.
"If you plant your money in that field at midnight, water it, and come back the next day, it will have grown into a money tree."
"Wow, then we would be really rich!" Pinocchio said.
He could imagine Mr.Crucket telling him that honest work was the best way to be rich.
"But, Gepoetto would love so much more if I was rich now. Please, would you show me this Field of Follies?" so, off they went to find the Field of Follies./ They walked all day and into the evening./ "Welcome to the Field of Follies, Pinocchio," said the cat.
"Plant your gold wterever you want your money tree to grow!"/ Pinocchio was very exited.
He dug a hole, carefully placed his gold inside, and covered the hole with dirt/ "Now, you must water it. Mr.Cat and I will guard the money while you run to get some water," said the fox.
Pinocchio did not think it was strange for a blind cat to stand gaurd./ He ran off and quickly returned with a bucket of water.
After the gold had been watered, there was nothing left to do but wait./ "Now, let's go find a nearby barn so we rest," said the cat.
"Yes, if we stay here and watch, the tree will not grow," agreed the fox./ So, off they went with happy thoughts of being rich.
Chapter 8:The Field of Follies.
Pinocchio could not sleep./ He kept thinking of the money tree and the wonderful presents he would buy./ "Oh, I can't wait to see my money tree," he said./ But, he could not leave./ "You must wait for sunlight befor you go to the field," the cat had said.
"Yes, if you see the field befor sunlight, the magic tree will die," the fox had agreed./ So Pinocchio waited and waited.
As soon as the sun came up, Pinocchio ran all the way to the Field of Follies./ He didn't stop once.
"Here is the field," Pinocchio said, "but, where is my money tree?"
He looked all over the field, but saw nothing that looked like a money tree./ "I know this is the right field," he said, puzzled.
"Maybe the gold forgot to grow! I will dig it out."/ So Pinocchio got down and began to dig.