conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Pennsylvania, University, Pittsburgh with the genre: Children's Books, Activities, Crafts & Games
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Race to the North Pole'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Race to the North Pole
  Subjects: | CYAC: Dogs—Fiction. | Pirates—Fiction. | Dogsledding—Fiction. | Christmas—Fiction. | Adventure and adventurers—Fiction. | North Pole—Fiction.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The other teams had one thing in common: they were all pulling a beautiful sleigh. Some were covered in jewels. Others were decorated with painted designs or wooden carvings. One sleigh was sparkling silver and full of flashing lights and dials—it looked ready to slide into space! Only the puppy pirates had a sled made out of plain brown wood.
  Blizzard shushed him. "Don't be a bad sport, Dasher," she scolded. "That's not the spirit of this competition."
  The puppies paid close attention as Mrs. C. explained the rules. "The beginning of the race is simple. Speed and strength will be important."
  Mrs. C. went on, "If any of you don't know the way, just follow the North Pole Racers—they know this route better than anyone. But when you reach Cotton Candy Caves, each team will be on its own. From there, you will need to use your noodles if you want to win the greatest treasure of all."
  Captain Red Beard howled with joy. "A map?" he woofed. "Riddles? No one is better at map reading and riddle solving than my puppy pirates!" He called the pugs over. "Piggly, Puggly—you don't run fast, but you are very good at solving riddles. You will ride in our sled and help out."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Gumdrop, Trail, Candy.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The other teams had one thing in common: they were all pulling a beautiful sleigh. Some were covered in jewels. Others were decorated with painted designs or wooden carvings. One sleigh was sparkling silver and full of flashing lights and dials—it looked ready to slide into space! Only the puppy pirates had a sled made out of plain brown wood. 
  Blizzard shushed him. "Don't be a bad sport, Dasher," she scolded. "That's not the spirit of this competition. "
  The puppies paid close attention as Mrs. C. explained the rules. "The beginning of the race is simple. Speed and strength will be important. You will follow Gumdrop Trail out of the village, race through Candy Cane Forest, and then cross the bridge over Gingerbread River. "
  Mrs. C. went on, "If any of you don't know the way, just follow the North Pole Racers—they know this route better than anyone. But when you reach Cotton Candy Caves, each team will be on its own. From there, you will need to use your noodles if you want to win the greatest treasure of all. "
  Captain Red Beard howled with joy. "A map?" he woofed. "Riddles? No one is better at map reading and riddle solving than my puppy pirates!" He called the pugs over. "Piggly, Puggly—you don't run fast, but you are very good at solving riddles. You will ride in our sled and help out. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But at that moment, the needle was wiggling and wobbling all around the face of the compass. One second it was pointing north, then it swished to point east, then it spun around to point west. To avoid the Triangle, they had to sail north. So every time the needle moved, the captain spun the steering wheel to follow it.
  The rest of the crew began yapping and barking nervously. Old Salt stood quietly, gazing out to sea. Wally thought the strong, old pup looked a little worried, but that couldn't be right. He was the calmest, surest pup Wally had ever met.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about steering, making.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But at that moment, the needle was wiggling and wobbling all around the face of the compass. One second it was pointing north, then it swished to point east, then it spun around to point west. To avoid the Triangle, they had to sail north. So every time the needle moved, the captain spun the steering wheel to follow it. All that crazy steering was making the boat zigzag through the water. 
  The rest of the crew began yapping and barking nervously. Old Salt stood quietly, gazing out to sea. Wally thought the strong, old pup looked a little worried, but that couldn't be right. He was the calmest, surest pup Wally had ever met.