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Black Gold, French haute cuisine, that is! Truffles - Black, White and Brown! These humble amorphous lumps of fungi fruit dung, are diamonds in the dirt, much coveted by chefs all over, for their taste and nice aroma. But, wild truffles on the loose in the fields, elude the foibles of weak human nose sniffs. So, rout out the dogs and pigs! Blow the horn, rustle them up. Get the hunting hounds out, the sniffer pigs, the horses. The hunt is on! We're hounding down the truffles, buried deep, down among the dead-men roots of oak and hazelnut trees, hidden subterranean. Watch the sows, mind their grunts, for pigs devout, with sniffer snouts, plough up the soil to root them out. Beware, look out, watch them! For sniffer sows also eat what they rout. They love their truffles, au naturale, dirt and all. So take care you rein them in, and muzzle their sneaky snouts, Dogs are better truffle hunters than pigs, when the hunt is done and truffles dusted. For, dogs are sniffers, not snout routers, pointing paws at truffle lairs, and not clawing prey out. Better still, dogs don't like the taste the truffles. Leaving pigs and human taste buds to to titillate, salivate, and devour the truffle hoard.

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