When the Prince of the Seven Golden Cows heard of this disaster he became white with rage, and in his fury he wanted to give his servants a thousand lashes for not having taken necessary precautions against the Wolf. But his wife calmed him little by little, saying:
"My husband, give back to Teenchy Duck this purse you have taken, or else we shall be ruined."
"No," cried the Prince, "she shall never have it!"
All this time Teenchy Duck was promenading up and down, to the right and to the left, singing, at the top of her voice:
"Quack! quack! Give me back my beautiful money!"
"Heavens!" said the Prince, stopping his ears, "I am tired of hearing this ugly fowl squall and squawk. Quick! throw her in the well or the furnace, so that we may be rid of her."
"What shall we do first?" the servants asked.
"It matters not," said the Prince, "so long as we are rid of her."
The servants took Teenchy Duck and threw her in the well, thinking this the easiest and the quickest way to dispose of her.