conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Doctor, Dolittle, Quasar with the genre: Science & Math, Biological Sciences
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Talking with the Animals'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Talking with the Animals
  Her twin brother Freeman was exactly the opposite. He loved the outdoors and assumed the role of marshal of the land. No animal could set foot on his land without going through him first. He would patrol the land with vigilance. If trouble could not be found on his property, then he'd go out and find some. There was always someone somewhere who needed straightening out.
  To me, Squeaky resembles a princess. She is graceful and beautiful with long white hair, tabby spots, and big green eyes. Her pink nose sets off her ladylike appearance. But her outside appearance betrays the inner cat. Inside lives a great huntress. I will not go into detail, but the variety of game that she caught was enough to prove that the cat's hunting abilities are great.
  I can remember once rounding the corner of my kitchen to enter the living room and finding Squeaky wrapped around something green. My heart was in my throat when I realized that what Squeak had her arms wrapped around was the bird. I screamed, "Squeaky what do you think you are doing?" When they unlocked, I discovered that it was an embrace. Looking up at me in bewilderment, they both asked me what was wrong. I was astonished to find that Squeaky the huntress had become bosom buddies with a bird. I knew Popagolis was quite taken with her. "She is beautiful," he would say. Up until that day, Squeak had pretty much ignored him. From that point on Popagolis decided Squeaky was his mate. It was common to find them sitting together, often with him preening her head.
  I respect Squeaky's instincts. I ask only that she maintain balance, keeping in mind that I provide her with food. If she feels the need to make a kill, then she is expected to consume the one whose life she takes. Squeaky pretty much held up her end of the bargain. But last spring she went on what I felt was a wild rampage. She had thought she entered a huntress's paradise, with wildlife galore. It became a daily routine for Squeak to return from the outdoors with a lifeless baby rabbit in her mouth. One day she came in with one and consumed it, and later that day I found her with yet another soft brown baby. I knew I had to intervene. "Squeaky, I have to remind you that this is not balance. You are taking more than you need," I communicated. She paused, thinking over my words, and communicated that she would curb her instincts. I was relieved to find in the next few weeks that she respected my wishes.
  People ask me if there is a difference between communicating with wild animals and communicating with domestic ones. I have observed that beings in the wild retain their sense of balance with all. Sometimes the domestics, through their association with humans, forget that sense of balance.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Talking with the Animals
  Her twin brother Freeman was exactly the opposite. He loved the outdoors and assumed the role of marshal of the land. No animal could set foot on his land without going through him first. He would patrol the land with vigilance. If trouble could not be found on his property, then he'd go out and find some. There was always someone somewhere who needed straightening out.
  To me, Squeaky resembles a princess. She is graceful and beautiful with long white hair, tabby spots, and big green eyes. Her pink nose sets off her ladylike appearance. But her outside appearance betrays the inner cat. Inside lives a great huntress. I will not go into detail, but the variety of game that she caught was enough to prove that the cat's hunting abilities are great.
  I can remember once rounding the corner of my kitchen to enter the living room and finding Squeaky wrapped around something green. My heart was in my throat when I realized that what Squeak had her arms wrapped around was the bird. I screamed, "Squeaky what do you think you are doing?" When they unlocked, I discovered that it was an embrace. Looking up at me in bewilderment, they both asked me what was wrong. I was astonished to find that Squeaky the huntress had become bosom buddies with a bird. I knew Popagolis was quite taken with her. "She is beautiful," he would say. Up until that day, Squeak had pretty much ignored him. From that point on Popagolis decided Squeaky was his mate. It was common to find them sitting together, often with him preening her head.
  I respect Squeaky's instincts. I ask only that she maintain balance, keeping in mind that I provide her with food. If she feels the need to make a kill, then she is expected to consume the one whose life she takes. Squeaky pretty much held up her end of the bargain. But last spring she went on what I felt was a wild rampage. She had thought she entered a huntress's paradise, with wildlife galore. It became a daily routine for Squeak to return from the outdoors with a lifeless baby rabbit in her mouth. One day she came in with one and consumed it, and later that day I found her with yet another soft brown baby. I knew I had to intervene. "Squeaky, I have to remind you that this is not balance. You are taking more than you need," I communicated. She paused, thinking over my words, and communicated that she would curb her instincts. I was relieved to find in the next few weeks that she respected my wishes.
  People ask me if there is a difference between communicating with wild animals and communicating with domestic ones. I have observed that beings in the wild retain their sense of balance with all.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My father, who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, was at a point where he needed more care than we could provide. His dementia was so advanced that he had become dangerous at times. There were frequent "escape" attempts from home, because he perceived us as strange people holding him captive. He would fight us violently when we stopped him. He was unable to make sane conversation, so the phone had to be guarded. We never knew whether he might stroll out of his room naked or bust out in a rage. I rarely had friends over to visit for this reason. At the time of my father's illness, little was known about Alzheimer's disease. This, coupled with the cruelty that young people can inflict when another does not fit into socially defined norms, left me socially handicapped. My mother finally made the painful decision to institutionalize him.
  My father had to retire from the ministry because of this disease, and it seemed that things just got worse from that point on. Besides my father's illness, I also had a younger sister, Sandy, born with Down's syndrome and a defective heart. To me Sandy was a gift from the Universe. For all the health problems and emotional challenges, she brought much joy and wisdom. I adored her. The combination of Sandy's and my father's health issues brought many challenges into my life. Mental retardation was something people were familiar with, but still I felt the pain of judgment, if not toward me, then toward my sister or my family. By the time I reached sixteen I had decided that I pretty much hated people. Since I was technically a person, I extended those hostile feelings toward myself as well.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Since I was technically a person, I extended those hostile feelings toward myself as well.. By the time I reached sixteen I had decided that I pretty much hated people. Mental retardation was something people were familiar with, but still I felt the pain of judgment, if not toward me, then toward my sister or my family. The combination of Sandy's and my father's health issues brought many challenges into my life. I adored her. For all the health problems and emotional challenges, she brought much joy and wisdom. To me Sandy was a gift from the Universe. Besides my father's illness, I also had a younger sister, Sandy, born with Down's syndrome and a defective heart.
  My father had to retire from the ministry because of this disease, and it seemed that things just got worse from that point on. My mother finally made the painful decision to institutionalize him. This, coupled with the cruelty that young people can inflict when another does not fit into socially defined norms, left me socially handicapped. At the time of my father's illness, little was known about Alzheimer's disease. I rarely had friends over to visit for this reason. We never knew whether he might stroll out of his room naked or bust out in a rage. He was unable to make sane conversation, so the phone had to be guarded. He would fight us violently when we stopped him. There were frequent "escape" attempts from home, because he perceived us as strange people holding him captive. His dementia was so advanced that he had become dangerous at times.My father, who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, was at a point where he needed more care than we could provide
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Since she was a child, Patty Summers has talked with the animals—always knowing that her true path was to work with them. She has worked professionally with animals since 1985; in veterinary practices, as a manager of pet supply stores, as an animal control officer, and at the local humane society.
  Patty is trained in the Tellington T-Touch technique and is a certified Reiki practitioner. She has also studied and incorporated numerous behavioral and healing techniques into her practice. She currently provides communication workshops as well as consultations for domestic animals and their human companions to resolve conflicts or to aid in communication.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She currently provides communication workshops as well as consultations for domestic animals and their human companions to resolve conflicts or to aid in communication.. She has also studied and incorporated numerous behavioral and healing techniques into her practice.
  Patty is trained in the Tellington T-Touch technique and is a certified Reiki practitioner. She has worked professionally with animals since 1985; in veterinary practices, as a manager of pet supply stores, as an animal control officer, and at the local humane society.Since she was a child, Patty Summers has talked with the animals—always knowing that her true path was to work with them