Brisquet, who always went to work, and who did not fear the wolves owing to his sharp axe, said one morning to Brisquette: "Woman, do not let either Biscotin or Biscotine go out until the Wolffinder General has been. It's too dangerous for them out there. It's enough if they can walk from the mound to the pond now that I've put up a fence around the pond to stop them falling in. I'd also like to ask you, Brisquette, not to let the dog out. All she wants to do is go for walks." Brisquet said the same thing to Brisquette every morning. One evening he did not arrive home at his usual time. Brisquette came to the threshold, went back in, came back out and said as she clasped her hands together: "My God, how late he is!" And then she went out again shouting: "Eh! Brisquet!" And Bichonne jumped up at her to shoulder height as if to say: "Shall I go?" "Down!" said Brisquette. "Listen, Biscotine, go up to the mound to see if your father is on his way home. And you, Biscotin, follow the path along the pond and take good care if part of the fence is missing. And shout out loud: Brisquet! Brisquet! Get down, Bichonne!" The children went their separate ways and when they had met up at the place where the road to the pond crosses that to the mound they spoke: "Damn it," said Biscotin, "I'll find our poor father or the wolves can make a meal of me." "Damn me too," said Biscotine. "They can eat me too while they're at it." While all this was going on, Brisquet had come home via the main road to Puchay by way of the Asses' Cross and Mortemer Abbey as he had a bundle of thinly chopped firewood to deliver to Jean Paquier. "Have you seen our children?" said Brisquette. "Our children?" said Brisquet. "Our children? My God! Have they gone out?" "I sent them as far as the mound and the pond to meet you, but you came by a different route." Brisquet did not put down his sharp axe. He started to run in the direction of the mound. "Why don't you take Bichonne with you?" Brisquette shouted after him. But Bichonne was already way ahead of him. She was so far ahead that Brisquet soon lost sight of her. And it did him no good to shout: "Biscotin! Biscotine!" There was no answer. He started to cry then, for he imagined that his children were a lost cause. After running for a long long time, it seemed to him that he could hear Bichonne barking. He walked straight towards the thicket, to the place whee he had heard her and went in with his sharp axe raised. 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.