鈥�asked he of the shepherd. 鈥楾o an ogre,鈥�replied the shepherd.
鈥楬ush,鈥�said the fox in a mysterious manner. 鈥楧o you see that crowd of armed men riding along? If you were to tell them that those sheep belonged to an ogre, they would kill them, and then the ogre would kill you! If they ask, just say the sheep belong to Count Piro; it will be better for everybody.鈥�And the fox ran hastily on, as he did not wish to be seen talking to the shepherd.
Very soon the king came up.
鈥榃hat beautiful sheep!鈥�he said, drawing up his horse. 鈥業 have none so fine in my pastures. Whose are they?鈥�
鈥楥ount Piro鈥檚,鈥�answered the shepherd, who did not know the king.
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鈥楬ush!鈥�whispered the fox, though nobody could hear him; 鈥榙o you see that
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