Teenchy Duck was so bewildered that she began to strike her head against the rocks in despair. Suddenly an idea came into her mind. She would follow his tracks, and the marks that his walking-stick made in the ground until she came to the castle of the Prince of the Seven Golden Cows. No sooner thought than done. Teenchy Duck went waddling down the road in the direction taken by the miserly Prince, crying, with all her might: "Quack! quack! Give me back my beautiful money! Quack! quack! Give me back my beautiful money!" Brother Fox, who was taking his ease a little way from the road, heard Teenchy Duck's cries, and knew her voice. He went to her and said: "What in the world is the matter with you, my poor Teenchy Duck? You look sad and broken-hearted." "I have good reason to be," said Teenchy Duck. "This morning, while paddling in the river, I found a purse full of gold, and gave it to the Prince of the Seven Golden Cows, thinking it was his. But now, here comes my master and asks me for it, and says he will kill me if I do not bring it to him pretty soon." "Well, where are you going in this style?" asked Brother Fox. "I am going straight to the Prince of the Seven Golden Cows," said Teenchy Duck. "Shall I go with you?" asked Brother Fox. "I'd be only too glad if you would," exclaimed Teenchy Duck. "But how can I go?" said Brother Fox. "Get in my satchel," said Teenchy Duck, "and I'll carry you the best I know how." "It isn't big enough," said Brother Fox. "It will stretch," said Teenchy Duck. So Brother Fox got in the satchel, and Teenchy Duck went waddling along the road, crying: "Quack! quack! Give me back my beautiful money!" She had not gone far when she met Brother Wolf, who was passing that way. "What are you crying so for?" he inquired. "One would think you were going to die on the journey." "It is only too true," said Teenchy Duck, and then she told Brother Wolf about finding the money-purse, just as she had told Brother Fox. "Perhaps I can be of some service to you," said Brother Wolf. "Shall I go with you?" "I am willing," said Teenchy Duck. "But how can I go so far?" Brother Wolf asked. "Get in my satchel," said Teenchy Duck, "and I'll carry you as I can." "It is too small," said Brother Wolf. "It will stretch mightily," said Teenchy Duck. Then Brother Wolf went to keep company with Brother Fox. Teenchy Duck went on her way again. She didn't walk very fast, for her satchel was heavy; but she never ceased crying: "Quack! quack! Give me back my beautiful money." Now it happened, as she was going along, she came up with a Ladder, which said, without asking after her health: "My poor Teenchy Duck! You do not seem to be very happy." "I should think not!" exclaimed Teenchy Duck. "What can the matter be?" the Ladder asked. Teenchy Duck then told her story over again. "I am not doing anything at present," said the Ladder; "shall I go with you?" "Yes," said Teenchy Duck.