Ruffino, The Truffle Pig
A story by Stuart Baum
with illustrations by ZoŽ Baum
Ruffino is a truffle pig.
Truffles are mushrooms that grow underground
and a truffle pig finds them. It’s more complicated than
that, but not much. Not really.
Ruffino can smell truffles from far away, even
during a rainstorm. Ruffino’s owner Max likes Ruffino because,
together, they are usually the first to find the truffles. Truffles
are worth a great deal of money so Max is very happy when they
come home with a bag full of truffles.
It’s all due to Ruffino’s nose.
"I have a nose for truffles," says Ruffino.
While it’s true that all truffle pigs,
and some trained dogs, have noses for truffles, no one can smell
truffles from further way than Ruffino can.
Here’s how he does it: He looks to see where
he thinks there might be truffles. Usually it’s where other
mushrooms - on-top-of-the-ground mushrooms - grow. Then he lifts
his head up just slightly. Then he points his nose towards where
he thinks there might be truffles. Then he moves his head a
little to one side and snuffles a small snuffle, like this:
snuff, snuffle. Then he moves his head just a little
bit to the other side and snuffles another small snuffle:
Snuffle, snuff. Finally, he points his nose right to where
he thinks there might be truffles and he snuffles a very large
and long snuffle, like this: Smmmmmmmffffffffffffffffffffffff,
there are any truffles nearby, Ruffino’s nose can usually find
them. Even if they’re very far way.
"As I said, I have a nose for truffles," explains Ruffino.
Ruffino can smell many things from far away:
People. Dogs. Cows. Most of them smell very stinky to Ruffino.
Especially cows. Ruffino thinks that cows are the stinkiest
of them all.
"I do not like stinky cows," says Ruffino. "Their smell upsets
the delicate balance of my nose, you know."
One day, on top of the hills surrounding the
forest, Ruffino and Max came upon a cow. The cow was standing
next to some on-top-of-the-ground mushrooms, underneath which,
Ruffino thought, there were truffles. Max shooed away the cow,
but Ruffino still had trouble snuffling the truffles.
"Well after cows depart, their pungent aroma continues to
linger," explains Ruffino. "It upsets the delicate balance of
my nose, you know."
But soon enough, Ruffino was able to smell normally
again and - snuff, snuff, snuuuuufffffffff - he smelled
truffles. Big black ones. Big, delicious smelling, yummy, juicy
black ones. So delicious Ruffino had to take a bite. Ruffino,
the truffle pig, is supposed to find truffles, not eat them.
But sometimes, he just cannot stop himself.
used his hooves to dig up the truffles and took an ever-so-small
bite, just to see how they tasted. Wham! Ouch! Ruffino’s
owner Max hit Ruffino with a stick. It’s not a big stick and
the hit was more like a gentle tap, but it was enough to take
the taste of truffles out of Ruffino’s mouth.
"I do so enjoy truffles," says Ruffino, "but I enjoy not
being hit with sticks even more."
Max was happy that he and Ruffino had found such valuable
truffles, but he was sad that he had to hit Ruffino with a stick,
even if it were so gently.
That night Max gave Ruffino an extra helping of bread and
applesauce mixed with some on-top-of-the ground mushrooms and
Ruffino was happy again.
The next day started as a beautiful day and then, all of
a sudden, the sky opened up and it started pouring. It rained
all day, all night, and well into the following day. The rain
came down in thick, fat strings, causing mudslides on the hills
surrounding the forest and coating the entire valley in deep,
The people in the town started brushing the mud off their
walkways and shaking their head at the mess the rain made of
the forest. Max and Ruffino hurried outside. It was the perfect
day for truffle hunting.
Ruffino had no trouble climbing the muddy hill and making
it to the top, though Max slipped and slid, relying on Ruffino
to drag him up through the muddier areas.
There were on-top-of-the-ground mushrooms growing everywhere
they looked. Max was sure this would be the biggest truffle-hunting
day ever. He wished he had brought a bigger bag.
"Mud means mushrooms," says Ruffino. "And mushrooms oftentimes
Ruffino pointed his nose at large group of mushrooms. He
turned his head a little to the left and snuffled a small snuffle:
snuff, snuffle. He turned his head a little to the right and
snuffled another small snuffle: Snuffle, snuff. Then he pointed
his snout straight ahead and snuffled the large snuffle that
would locate the exact spot of the truffles: Snuffffffffffff,
Then a curious thing happened. Instead of walking straight
ahead and digging into the ground, Ruffino ran quite a distance
away, Max chasing behind, and started digging at a spot near
the edge of the hill.
Max watched as Ruffino dug and dug. Max expected that Ruffino
would uncover a large collection of truffles, maybe even some
Black Diamonds, the rarest of them all. But Ruffino continued
digging well past where any truffles might be.
"That’s too deep," Max said to Ruffino. But Ruffino continued
to dig and dig.
"Stop," Max said to Ruffino nicely and then, more urgently,
"Stop!" But Ruffino kept digging. "You must stop, Ruffino,"
explained Max. "There are no truffles that far down."
Ruffino wouldn’t stop. Max had no choice. Thwak! Max hit Ruffino gently withthe stick. Still Ruffino kept digging.
Max thought that the mud and rain had somehow disturbed Ruffino’s
sense of smell. He knew something was wrong, but he did not
"Ruffino! You must stop digging!" declared Max. Ruffino did
not stop, so Max hit him just a little harder with the stick.
Max did not want to hurt Ruffino, but he couldn’t let such a
good truffle hunting day get away from them. Thwakk! Ouch!
stopped digging. He looked up at Max, his face and most of his
body completely covered with mud.
"Come one, Ruffino," said Max. "We are going to try another
spot." Max pulled at Ruffino, but Ruffino dug in his hooves
and refused to move. Max pulled harder and harder and, finally,
was able to drag Ruffino away from the muddy hole and down the
When they got to the bottom of the hill, Max loosened Ruffino’s
leash. Ruffino immediately starting going back up the hill.
"No," said Max, pulling Ruffino back. "There are no truffles
where you were digging. We must try a new place." But every time Max let
Ruffino loose, Ruffino tried to go back up the hill.
"It’s no use," said Max to himself. "I think Ruffino must
have gotten some mud up his nose or something."
Max took Ruffino back to the pigpen. Max hated to waste such
a good truffle-hunting day, so he leashed up another truffle
pig, this one named Rostig.
"Sorry, Ruffino," said Max. "But until you get your nose
back, I must go hunting with Rostig." Ruffino sat by the edge
of the pigpen, staring out into the forest. Sadly, Max led Rosting
out to hunt for truffles.
"I do not like other truffle pigs," says Ruffino. "They nose
into my territory."
and Rostig returned just before dark, with a bag half full of
truffles. Max showed the bag to Ruffino and said, "If you had
your nose, this bag would have been completely full."
Max was sad, but not so much about the lost truffles. He
was worried about Ruffino. "It’s okay," he told Ruffino. "You’ll
get your nose back and soon we’ll be hunting truffles again."
He gave Ruffino a hug, but Ruffino just sat there staring back
towards the forest.
That night, Max went into town to have his dinner. When the
woman was serving him his food, she said, "Two children got
lost in the woods during the storm, Max. Keep your eyes open
when you’re out hunting for truffles." Max said he would.
On the walk home, Max got to wondering. If I were out in
the woods in a rainstorm, I would go into one of the caves.
With all that rain, I bet the cave mouths were covered up and
those two children are trapped in a cave.
Max started talking to himself. "The woman told me to keep
your eyes open, but maybe eyes are not what are needed here."
Max smiled, knowing that the mystery was solved. "Perhaps a
nose is what’s needed."
Max turned around and went back into town. He walked over
to the police station and told the policeman that he believed
he knew where the children were.
"Did you see them?" asked the policeman.
"No," said Max. "I think my pig smelled them."
The policeman and a few other people in the village, all
carrying shovels, followed Max back to his home. They put Ruffino
on the leash and, even though it was still night, let Ruffino
out of his pen.
Ruffino headed out into the woods, dragging Max, the policeman
and the villagers behind him. He stopped at the edge of the
Ruffino pointed his nose up the hill. He turned his head
a little to the left and snuffled a small snuffle: Snuff,
He turned his head to the right and snuffled another small snuffle: Snuffe, Snuffle. Then he pointed his snout straight up the hill
and snuffled the largest snuffle ever: Snufffffffff, snuffle,
Then Ruffino ran right up the side of the hill, found the
same place he was earlier that day, and started digging. Max
and the policeman and the villagers all joined in and soon they
had made a hole into the top of the cave.
The policeman yelled down into the hole, "Hello?!?"
They heard a small voice yell back, "Hello! We’re trapped."
"Get underneath the hole," said the policeman. Using Ruffino’s
leash, they raised the boy and girl out of the hole and to safety.
"Thanks for saving us," said the boy.
"Thank the truffle pig," said the policeman.
When they gave Ruffino a hug, he snuffled them: Snuffle snuff.
Snuff snuffle. They both started laughing. Ruffino’s snuffles
"The mud actually made them smell better," says Ruffino.
The next day, they held a parade in Ruffino’s honor. Everyone
in town came out to cheer and throw flowers. Ruffino didn’t
much care for the smell of all the people, but he liked the
smell of the flowers.
the end of the parade, the mayor greeted Ruffino.
He said, "Ruffino, your nose has found many truffles for
Max, but yesterday it helped us find something far more precious:
two lost children. For this we thank you."
The mayor presented Ruffino with a golden medal shaped like
a pig’s snout. Max put the medal around Ruffino’s neck and gave
him a hug.
"I should never have doubted your nose," Max said to Ruffino.
"And I never will again, I promise."
Halfway home, Ruffino stopped suddenly. Ruffino turned his
head a little to the left and snuffled a small snuffle: Snuff,
Snuffle. He turned his head to the right and snuffled another
small snuffle: Snuffle, Snuff. Then he pointed his snout straight
ahead and snuffled a larger snuffle: Snuffffffff, snuffle, Snnuuuuuu-uff!
Finally Ruffino dug in the dirt with his hooves until he dug
up some large, black truffles. Max picked them up and smiled.
He hugged Ruffino and said, "Ruffino, you are the greatest truffle
"I have a nose for truffles," says Ruffino.
© 2002 Stuart B. Baum, Illustrations by ZoŽ Baum