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Poor Hans was sadly frightened. Good man, cried he, pray get me out of this scrape. I know nothing of where the pig was either bred or born; but he may have been the squires for aught I can tell. you know this country better than I do, take my pig and give me the goose. I ought to have something into the bargain, said the countryman; give a fat goose for a pig, indeed.