conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about div, em><a, Inside with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Rocket Writes a Story'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Rocket Writes a Story
  Rocket loved words, too. After snack time his teacher would say, "Rocket, why don't you use that nose of yours to sniff out some new words?"
  Rocket always brought his words back to the classroom and wrote them down. The little yellow bird would help him spell the tricky ones, and then they'd hang them on their word tree.
  Sometimes the bird added her own words to the collection. "This one is small, but I promise it'll come in handy," she'd say.
  Rocket left school that day with a very waggy tail. "I'm going to write a story!" he declared to Fred and Emma.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sometimes the bird added her own words to the collection. "This one is small, but I promise it'll come in handy," she'd say.
  Rocket left school that day with a very waggy tail. "I'm going to write a story!" he declared to Fred and Emma.
  The next day, Rocket returned to his classroom. It was time to begin. He looked down at the blank page and the blank page looked up at him. But no story would come.
  Rocket took a walk and looked for inspiration. He thought about friends he knew and places he'd been. He stuck his nose high in the air and sniffed the gentle breeze. And there it was—a delightful smell of pine needles and feathers. Inspiration!
  That night, as Rocket watched the stars, he thought about feathers and a nest in a pine tree. He thought about his story and his collection of words.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She wanted to know more about the owl and asked Rocket questions. "Why do you think the owl wouldn't come down? What color is her beak? What does she do every day?"
  Rocket wanted to know more about the owl, too. He visited her tree often and read her his story, which changed every day.
  Then Rocket began to read. He read about an owl with friendly eyes and a beak the color of a buttercup. She lived in a nest high in a tree on the edge of a meadow and smelled like pine needles and feathers. She liked to nap in the daytime and listen to stories.
  Suddenly, Rocket stopped. He wrote something on his paper, then began to read again. "One day the owl came all the way to the ground and became my friend."
  The owl blinked. "Can there be one last sentence?" she asked. "Can you say, 'And the owl liked the story very much'?"