“And you,” asked Lucy again, for the cow stopped and hung her three heads, “what did you do?”
“I saw some green corn on the window-sill,” the cow confessed, very slowly, “and I put my head in the window to get it and Old Three Heads saw me.”
“What happens when he sees you?” she asked.
“Wait and see,” replied the cow. “But I have warned you; you’d better look out for Old Three Heads and run while you can.”
As that was all the information she could get from the cow, Lucy told her she would find out for herself how they all got their three heads, and she went to the next door and opened it.
The room was dark, and at first Lucy could not see anything, but some one said, “Who-who,” and as the sound came from a corner of the room Lucy went in and looked about.
As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she saw perched on the back of a chair an owl with three heads.
“Well, of all things!” exclaimed Lucy. “How did so wise a bird as you happen to be caught by Old Three Heads?” she asked.
“Who-who are you?” stuttered the owl. “You-you better look out for Old Three Heads,” he warned Lucy.
“Tell me how it happened that you have three heads,” asked Lucy, ignoring the warning as she had before.