conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Verdi, York, Times with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'When the Elephants Dance'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When the Elephants Dance
  He shrugs. "The boy has taken to the killing. They think he is possessed. He smiles in his sleep. It is a strange sight."
  The Paghamons are a dangerous group of Filipino guerrillas, anti-Amerikano, Communist in their beliefs, extreme and deadly in their practices. We have fought with them many times. They are great enemies with the Amerikano guerrillas. Some of the guerrilla groups do not want the Amerikano support. They fear that the Amerikanos will only use us to defeat the Japanese and then turn and want to take control of our islands again.
  The reasons for the various Filipino groups fighting among themselves have become petty and disruptive to the true problem at hand. Some fight for personal vanity, to be known only as the strongest guerrilla force. Others fight for political positioning once the war is over. They envision themselves as heroes and therefore candidates for government positions. In the meantime they wish to have no rivals for those positions. The Paghamons are known troublemakers. Yet I will listen to anyone who offers peace among our guerrilla groups. There has been enough killing already. I try at every opportunity to convince them of the simplest matter: that we can be stronger together.
  I roll my eyes. Paper guerrillas are nothing better than bandits using the guerrilla name to oppress and rob our own people. They are tiresome and a great liability. We deal with them quickly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Some of Kulaw's men follow. They have left Kulaw behind in his madness, shouting orders for his men to stay and face the enemy. Kulaw's rifle goes off on his own men as they try to desert him.
  We sprint through the mountains, up, then farther up, with our chests near bursting from the run. At a break in the top, we can see the Japanese swarm into Kulaw's camp, and a battle ensues. We do not stop to watch. The rain has continued nonstop and the mud slides beneath our feet, and with it, my men. We cross a running creek with large boulders that part the water. The men slip and lose their footing on the moss; their weapons plunge into tight crevices. Kulaw's men slide on their behinds and come to a stop several feet below. They sit from exhaustion.
  I wipe the rain from my face. "Do not talk to me of lies," I spit. "Where did you get that pistol, that German Mauser? I know you brownnose with the Japanese. For your own profit."
  Palaka looks down at his belt in surprise. He has no words of denial, and my heart closes with finality.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: DURING THE DAY, two or three groups of people stop by to say hello. And always there are shouts, embraces, and happy tears. My cousin Esteban returns with my aunt and our cousin Maria Ellena. They stay for a while, exchanging many stories, and then leave, promising to return the next day. As they visit my heart feels as if it is slowly being pieced back together. In the evening we all sit down together for dinner. Mica and Mrs. Yoshi join us, and Aling Anna announces the good news. First she promises my sister, Isabelle, that if the schools are not opened soon, she will send Mica, Feliciano, and her abroad to study wherever they wish. The three of them jump for joy and embrace her with many kisses and thank-yous.
  I am happy for my sister, but my heart turns. I hope they fix our schools soon. I have just found my big sister—I do not want to lose her again for a long time. Aling Anna's second announcement is that she wishes my family to live with her. She has six extra rooms and a smaller house down the street for Mang Selso and his family. She offers for Domingo to stay with us as well. Roderick and I are to share a room, and we all look to Papa, holding our breath.
  We are all quiet at his words, waiting. He excuses himself and leaves the table. We all look at one another. Isabelle says something softly, and it is Feliciano who follows after him. Papa stands, too. Roderick and I follow quietly. When we reach them, Feliciano has his hand on Domingo's shoulder and Domingo cries.
  He places a hand on my head. "I do not hide, Alejandro. Remember this day. Remember how everyone fought together. Keep it in your heart, and never let anyone divide us again. As for me, I will try to build something from what remains. My soul needs time to heal. I go now to see where this new peace shall lead us. Please, tell the others good-bye."
  Domingo chuckles at Roderick's words and kisses us both on the tops of our brows. "I have not heard those words in a long time. Thank you, Roddy." He shakes hands with Papa and Feliciano. He looks at us for a long time as if he is burning our image into his mind. Without a word he turns and walks away.