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‘He is still alive, so we can’t tell whether the dream will come true,’ said the bachelor unconcernedly; ‘anyway, there were no sheep in the park, but there were lots of little pigs running all over the place.’

‘What colour were they?’

‘Black with white faces, white with black spots, black all over, grey with white patches, and some were white all over.’

(Saki, ‘The storyteller’)