As soon as they entered the town, Pinocchio noticed that all the streets were filled with hairless dogs, yawning from hunger; with sheared sheep, trembling with cold; with combless chickens, begging for a grain of wheat; with large butterflies, unable to use their wings because they had sold all their lovely colors; with tailless peacocks, ashamed to show themselves; and with bedraggled pheasants, scuttling away hurriedly, grieving for their bright feathers of gold and silver, lost to them forever.
Through this crowd of paupers and beggars, a beautiful coach passed now and again.

Within it sat either a Fox, a Hawk, or a Vulture.
"Where is the Field of Wonders ?" asked Pinocchio, growing tired of waiting.
"Be patient.

It is only a few more steps away." They passed through the city and, just outside the walls, they stepped into a lonely field, which looked more or less like any other field.
"Here we are," said the Fox to the Marionette.

"Dig a hole here and put the gold pieces into it." The Marionette obeyed.

He dug the hole, put the four gold pieces into it, and covered them up very carefully.