Full of joy, Teenchy Duck went out into the road singing: "Quack, quack! I have got my beautiful money! Quack, quack! Here is my beautiful money!"
On her way home she returned the friends that had aided her to the places where she had found them, thanking them kindly for their assistance in time of need.
At break of day Teenchy Duck found herself at her master's door. She aroused him by her loud cries. After that, the family was rich, but the master and mistress were not happy, for they knew the money did not belong to them.
Teenchy Duck was well taken care of, and grew to be large and fat. If she went to the village pond at all, it was only to take a bath with her comrades and to tell a certain Duck of her remarkable exploit of recovering the beautiful money.
III
MR. SNAIL AND BROTHER WOLF
One night, in the season when the hawthorn flowers were blooming and perfuming the air, Brother Wolf came out of the woods, and ran down the hill in a brisk gallop. A little Snail saw Brother Wolf—a little Snail, who, to accommodate himself, carried his house on his back and his horns on his head. He was a very funny little Snail; and, as Brother Wolf was passing, he laughed aloud—
"Ha, ha, ha! He, he, he!"