Each of them said they had never thought to try pulling the extra heads off, and they were very grateful to Lucy for helping them.
The heads all flew out of the window and that was the last that was ever seen of them.
“I think we should get out of this place as soon as we can,” said Lucy. “Old Three Heads might get us again.”
They hurried out of the house and soon were in the woods a long way from the castle.
“Did Old Three Heads get you?” asked the animals they met in the woods.
Lucy told them he did. “But he will not bother you,” she said, “if you keep away from his house, and I warn you that three heads are a nuisance, and you may not be so fortunate as we have been in escaping from them.”
“Did you have to feed them all?” asked a squirrel.
“Yes,” answered Lucy, “or at least I tried to, but they quarreled so that I had to go without.”
“I will never go near Old Three Heads,” said the squirrel. “I have all I can do to take care of one head.”
“I have had my lesson,” said Lucy. “I shall never look into rooms again when the door is closed, for one head is all I care to have.”