Meanwhile the fox had met with a huge herd of pigs , snuffling about the roots of some trees . ` To whom do these pigs belong ? ' he asked of the swineherd . ` To an ogre , ' replied he . ` Hush ! ' whispered the fox , though nobody could hear him ; ` do you see that troop of armed men riding towards us ? If you tell them that the pigs belong to the ogre they will kill them , and then the ogre will kill you ! If they ask , just say that the pigs belong to Count Piro ; it will be better for everybody . ' And he ran hastily on . Soon after the king rode up . ` What fine pigs ! ' he said , reining in his horse . ` They are fatter than any I have got on my farms . Whose are they ? ' ` Count Piro 's , ' answered the swineherd , who did not know the king ; and again the king felt he was lucky to have such a rich son-in-law . This time the fox ran faster than before , and in a flowery meadow he found a troop of horses feeding . ` Whose horses are these ? ' he asked of the man who was watching them . ` An ogre 's , ' replied he . ` Hush ! '
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