Bichonne had got there just as Biscotin and Biscotine were about to be devoured by a large wolf. She had thrown herself forward barking so that her barks could alert Brisquet.
Brisquet with a single blow of his sharp axe struck the wolf stone dead, but it was too late for him to save Bichonne. She was dead already.
Brisquet, Biscotin and Biscotine joined Brisquette. There was great rejoicing, yet they all wept tears. They all looked to see if Bichonne was there and she wasn't.
Brisquet buried Bichonne at the bottom of his little garden under a big stone on which the schoolmaster wrote in Latin:
HERE LIES BICHONNE, BRISQUET'S POOR DOG.
And from that time on the following proverb came into common usage: To be wretched like Brisquet's dog that only went once to the wood and was eaten by the wolf.